The Disappearance of Salazar is not

Stories to tell the Death / The Disappearance Non Salazar / ISBN 978-980-12-3162-2

"Other peñeros arrived at the coast before dawn. The tide surf regularly so intense rocky coast at the Cove La Esmeralda, hindered the arrival with a short wave with some blizzard from leeward. All peñeros came to bursting with fish. The full moon and a new school of herring and hake Salazar was found not to cast excellent results.

The maneuver which began peñeros bowline, one of the most complicated task seafood, required extra effort and more than half an hour to get to the beach with fishing intact. On land and with the help of family and friends, seven peñeros stranded on white sands of the bay and started the noise of the heavy and the transfer of cargo to the smoky cellars of the trucks parked a few meters backwards beyond, to the village road.

Above the din of the transaction and heavy, a voice, Matthias, rose to ask not to Salazar and automatically, fishermen, family and cavero look towards the beach to find that the small boat "Pampatar" was not there. A silence was spreading like a blanket on the beach without crossing a word, Matthew and three other fishermen rushed to the shore, long the rest of the small boat load "Virgen del Valle" and began the search for dear old Salazar the heart in his mouth and heart in mouth. On the beach were the other fishermen and rumors began immediately, taking his wave of anguish to the ranches farther from town.

After three hours they saw the "Pampatar" adrift, about three miles to starboard. He was carried away by the warm current of the Caribbean waters during this time of year hangover from the Araya Peninsula. Matthew gave more fuel to your engine and the "Virgin of the Valley" lifted the bow with the arrogance of Eastern fishing vessels and in less than ten minutes scrawled by the lone small boat port locker. Before returning to Earth, the Four sailors made no less than twenty dives in those shark-infested waters without getting the body of the old sea dog. They were joined by a contingent of ten divers who arrived an hour later, and even to 30 fathoms underwater currents of those seas offered no more hangovers, agreed to expand the search area with the secret hope that sharks had not feasted on the remains of the dear old.

With the arrival of the harsh Caribbean sun also came despair, and although not all had drowned Salazar, for Matthias was a sea of ​​doubts because When have you seen a drowned man leaves all his clothes neatly folded and with it the pipe, the compass and the clock? "