Alan Moore

I saw the black freighter bearing down on all I loved... but I was powerless to stop it.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

We'd been blasted to fragments before we could warn Davidstown of the hell-ship's approach. I alone survived upon my remote atoll.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

The freighter's murderous onslaught had surprised us.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

... I could not love her as she had loved me.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Her damp embrace had prevented me from drifting beyond reach, yet this small comfort was all I could offer -

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

It was all I could do for her, though she had borne me through seas of blood, though her cold, wooden breast had nourished me in the storm.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

I made to take the ribbon of kelp from off her painted eyes, then thought better of it, not wishing her to suffer that grim tide line.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Alone upon that dreadful shore, she smiled.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

I had a sudden memory of clinging fast to someone through the tempest. The figurehead lay at my feet, blindfolded by seaweed.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Eventually, tears ceased. My misfortunes were small: I was alive... and I knew that life had no worse news to offer me.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Unheeded, I stood by and wept, unable to bear my circumstances.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

For my part, I begged that they take my eyes, thus sparing me further horrors.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Twitter, take comfort in this: In Hell, at least the gulls are contented.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Bosun Ridley lay nearby. Birds were eating his thoughts and memories.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Waking from nightmare, I found myself upon a dismal beach-head, amongst dead men and pieces of dead men.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

The waves about me were scarlet, foaming, horribly warm, yet still the freighter's crew called out, "More blood, more blood!"

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

The heads nailed to its prow looked down, those with eyes; gull-eaten; salt-caked; liplessly mouthing, "No use! All's lost!"

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Delirious, I saw that Hell-bound ship's black sails against the yellow Indies sky, and knew again the stench of powder, men's brains and war

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

In despair I sank beneath those foul, pink billows, offering up my wretched soul to Almighty God, His Mercy and His Judgment.

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

The heads nailed to its prow looked down, those with eyes; gull-eaten; salt-caked; liplessly mouthing, "No use! All's lost!"

[Alan Moore @Black_Freighter]

Delirious, I saw that Hell-bound ship's black sails against the yellow Indies sky, and knew again the stench of powder, men's brains and war