Van der Decken raised his pistol, shot at the divine messenger, and roared:
Caught in a furious storm near what is now Cape Agulhas, his crew begged him to turn back. Van der Decken laughed. He swore by every devil and saint that he would round the cape, even if he had to sail until Judgment Day. the flying dutchman captain
So if you’re sailing the southern oceans on a stormy night, and you see a flickering green light and a ship that sails directly into the wind … don’t wave. Don’t signal. And for heaven’s sake, . Van der Decken raised his pistol, shot at