The promise of the impossible is Corto’s only true addiction. He tosses a coin to the owner. “Find me a junk. And a reason not to throw you overboard halfway there, Cossack.”
Rasputin is pinned by a falling torpedo. Lady Venetia clings to a stalactite. Only Corto stands calm, holding Achille under one arm. I Classici del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese
Corto’s smile fades. He looks at the Cossack, who is busy sharpening his knife at the bow, humming a melancholic Ukrainian lullaby. “Of course he does,” Corto sighs. The promise of the impossible is Corto’s only
“Corto! Still chasing women and lost islands?” I Classici del Fumetto Nr 01 Corto Maltese