„For several days after our journey began, nothing was seen of Ahab. But one morning, when I woke up and went onto the main deck, I saw him standing there. His tall broad body seemed to me to be made of bronze. Instead of the leg which he had lost on a whale hunt, he had a long white piece of whale bone. He had a very serious expression on his face, as if something terrible had happened to him“.
Somewhere on the West coast of Sardinia, in full sun on the beach, a young man facing the sea reads Moby Dick aloud. The hot air vibrates, it smells like seaweed. There’s almost no one on the beach. This is the last day on the island. The last day of adventure.