His boat was still moored in the port. The lights were on although the sun was shining for several hours. The bed was made and his clothes in the wardrobe. Everything seemed in order, even his diary was on the desktop next to the maritime notebooks. There weren´t pages missed, nothing related to mental health issues or problems with anyone. The money was still saved in a cookie jar with some papers where he was writing his exchanges and the evolution during the last five years. It was updated the day afternoon before. There wasn´t any special expense and the amount was precise.
Marianne was the person in charge of the investigation. She resolved it in just two months making even bigger the legend of the sailor.
There wasn´t blood. There wasn´t a single sign of violence inside. And still, absolutely no one was able to see him on the deck and vomit, scream horrify and need medical assistance. He wasn´t really known in the village but what someone did with his body, made him unforgettable for the whole region and further on.
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