The escalating distance, every sighting placing him closer than the last, is what actually builds the dread here. That closing split between laughing first officers and silent captains is exactly the right way to end a legend.
That means a lot, Marcello. The distance closing was the one thing I kept obsessing over while writing it. I wanted each sighting to feel just a little less impossible until the reader realizes… he’s not following the story anymore. He’s following you. Thanks for reading it so closely.
The escalating distance, every sighting placing him closer than the last, is what actually builds the dread here. That closing split between laughing first officers and silent captains is exactly the right way to end a legend.
That means a lot, Marcello. The distance closing was the one thing I kept obsessing over while writing it. I wanted each sighting to feel just a little less impossible until the reader realizes… he’s not following the story anymore. He’s following you. Thanks for reading it so closely.
Absolutely brilliant. It has a real "After a few pints at an old pub with a log fire" vibe; the kind of place where old stories are told. Love it!
Thanks Wendy! You’re too kind!
It's the most original fic I've read. Great job!
Now, I can never look out the window or an aircraft again. Crosswind you write these pieces so well. Fantastic legend.
Aww thank you! And coming from the fictional world master Storm Whisperer that means the world! 😊
You are far too kind. 🤍