Anaconda Island

ature, black. Some call it black tar, but it differs from that made by humans. It was found inside a small

air would push him away from the shore of Hell Island, as it was called, that of the unidentified young man who was fou

ered like the hair on his head, was disheveled. If his appearance indicated anythin

eans, a strong alarm sounded, issued by the captain of the ship, when he noticed that the sail was fixed to those driftwood on

all boat with some sailors on it descended from one side of the ship. That boat headed to tha

arried the body of that young man and placed him inside the small boat of the ship. For a few minutes, the boat was lifted into the ship as it was. That person was transferred to t

racted movements accompanied by his breathing, which showed on his features to anyone looking at him, that he was trying to escape

e deck of a ship, we are

dy, holding the doctor as he looked around and tried to utter some incom

. Be careful, you must e

ng him. After a few moments, the young man calmed down and began to leave the doctor’s body. Then he began to laugh

r from the shore. Hunger or thirst does not matter. They are

vived. You are now on the Mariana cru

said, “Yes, my name is Mark Feldm

while looking at his han

how much time has passed s

, “Today we are

y, we set off on that trip in January 2024. Only a year and a half ha

e to take treatment and then eat some liquid food until you ge

o a deep sleep again. The next day, when the young man woke up from his sleep, he found that the doctor had put He had clean clothes on one of the chairs next to the bed. The young man got up and picked up the clothes an

g by some sick sailors on deck. When he look

eck of the ship to have breakfast and sit with the ship’s captain and his

the rooms, then the public staircase heading to a part of the ship’s deck designated for sailors and those working on it. The young man looke

hat were snatching everything that moved? Here I am, a

Captain Nicholas, ap

e legends that we have all heard about but no one has seen. You are the firs

icious dishes of cheese, pastries, French bread, and different types of jams. He quickly

we won’t run out of f

een his tears that fell

far away and won't com

utes he felt full, so he sat back in the seat, smiling content wi

about that island hidden in the heart of t

ed and then began

ith the return of my grandfather, Vladimir, who had been absent for more than ten years. When he returned, signs of panic were clear. His facial features and actions w

f books that talk about snakes, their types and sizes, and also about how to kill them. There were also thousands of maps scattered

rubies, and coral scattered everywhere on Anaconda Island, and this is how my grandfather described and drew it, on the papers: Anaconda Island, swimming between chains of

wel from that island. Only those who have

to catch those sacrifices, devouring them entirely inside his mouth. The giant has the victim inside it for days, alive, but it is numb and unable to resist the influence of the poison that it inflicted on it through its strong and quick bite. It keeps the victim inside it to suck out all the traces of