The entire mountain begins to shake . The magnetic field inverts. The U-boat, the clams, the stones – all begin to fall upward , crashing against the cave’s ceiling.
She offers him a map to the lost library of the Kingdom of Saguenay. He laughs.
Here is the story, presented as if it were the lead tale in I Classici del Fumetto Nr. 01: Corto Maltese . Corto Maltese “The Serpent of the Magnetic Moon” Venice, 1921. A damp fog clings to the canals like a ghost’s shroud. In a dimly lit trattoria near the Ghetto, a man sits alone. Gold earring, dark curly hair, a slight smile that has seen too much. He stirs his coffee, watching a drop of milk spiral into oblivion. I Classici del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese
“Don’t touch it!” shouts Tawaret. “The field will reverse! It will throw us all into the sea!”
The promise of the impossible is Corto’s only true addiction. He tosses a coin to the owner. “Find me a junk. And a reason not to throw you overboard halfway there, Cossack.” The entire mountain begins to shake
Corto raises an eyebrow. “The war is over, old friend. Let the Kaiser keep his rust.”
Corto sits on a dock, fishing. Achille is beside him, drawing the cave in a notebook. She offers him a map to the lost
But Corto is faster. He doesn’t grab the Egg. He grabs the U-boat’s keel and kicks a loose stone. The stone flies into the Egg’s field – and hovers, perfectly still, defying gravity.