End of the Game in Venice

Prologue

Prologue

Seychelles - Indian Ocean

His feet crawled painfully through the wet sand as his legs refused to take the next step, his muscles exhausted by the struggle of staying in the sea water, swimming toward the shore he had barely glimpsed, and finally walk along the endless beach, simply guided by the evanescent sunlight that gradually hid behind the low hills located to the west. His salt-red eyes barely discerned confused shapes in the growing darkness, and his brain scarcely managed to process the information they sent.

He did not see a large sea snail in front of his feet and stumbled with it rolling in the sand. At last his brain disconnected from his senses and fell into a deep mist. Losing the consciousness was an automatic mechanism of self-defense of the organism in that situation of total exhaustion. He had fallen on the edge of the shore bathed by the ocean, but by that time the low tide had begun so that his body was safe from the waters and the sand around him began to dry. The fate that had allowed him to save himself from the wreck and had accompanied him until then was determined not to abandon him completely.