L’isola of the men passings
In the full Atlantic ocean, little more than 100
km from the Ebridi islands, the Flannan Islands,
notes to the travellers like ' ' the seven hunters
"are found. Largest and most northern Eilean
More is called, name that, for the note, means
"great island". To the par of Celestial
the Mary ship, this name has become synonymous
of one of the great mysteries of the sea. This
group of desolated islands, came christened Saint
Flannan, from a bishop of XVII the century, which
nail head had erected one on Eilean More. The
shepherds of the Ebridi were usual to transfer
their crudes oil of sheep on these islands for
via of the rich grassy pastures, but not there
was man who risked to pass also a single night
to you, since he was told that those places were
infest to you from the spirits and lives to you
from the "small people". To leave from
the last decades of XIX the century, with the
remarkable increment of the English activities
along the walls, capitava more and more often
that many ships directed from south or north on
the route of Clydebank, went to crash against
the Flannan, a lot that in the 1895 northern section
of the supervising to the beacons it announced
that on the island of Eilean More a beacon of
reference for that zone of sea would be risen.
Before giving the way to the jobs two years passed
and when they began it was impossible to respect
the times plans to you. The sea in continuous
storm and the difficulty to construct on a peak
to beyond 60 m of height rendered the enterprise
difficult; and therefore the beacon of Eilean
More came only inaugurated to December of 1899.
From the successive year its powerful bundle of
light would have illuminated the strip of sea
comprised between Lewis and the Flannan. But,
eleven days before Been born them of 1900 the
beacon already was extinguished. What had happened?
The time was too much ugly and threatening for
the inspector of the supervising, being able to
catch up sin from endured the extinguished beacon
even if, for precaution, two they were the possible
accesses, contrapposti between they in order to
avoid the prevailing wind, that they concurred
to catch up the construction. While the man, approached
itself the place, came taken from a sense of extreme
solitudine when, observing from Long Roag, the
look had been put down on the group of the Flannan.
A beautiful mystery: it was impossible that the
three guardiani of the beacon of Eilean More were
sicken all at the same time to you entirety or
that the beacon had been destroyed from the violence
of the storm.
The day of Stefano saint of 1900 the dawn was
introduced clear and limpid and the sea finally
had been placato. L’imbarcazione could therefore
leave the port the first lights. L’ispettore
was therefore expectant and churned to refuse
I lost of it the breakfast also to head without
hesitation for the island. That indeed incomprensibile
enigma tormented it and it did not see the hour
of being able to resolve it. To the island the
sea was still large and three were intentional
very tried you before being able to berth to the
wharf orient them. To it marks sendes them to
you from the ship, had not raised some flag of
answer, not a sign of life. L’ispettore
was the first one to catch up the rail-guard that
delimited the fencing of the beacon. The gate
was closed. Fact funnel with the hands had called
to great voice, then had been inerpicato along
the climb. To the beacon the main door was crossed.
No answer to its callbacks. In the main room the
clock to wall was firm and the cold live coals
of the fireplace. To the high plans, where there
were the bedrooms that it only visited after to
have been caught up from two sailors, for the
fear to find which terrible show goodness knows
- all he was in order, to place, the beds cure
and rifared to you. The old attache' of the beacon,
was usual to write annotations on one lavagnetta
of slate. The last one was dated 15 Decembers
to the 9,00 of the mattino, just the day in which
the beacon mysteriously it had been extinguished.
One what appeared sure: it was not happened for
the oil lack. The great wicks were imbevuti and
all it was predisposed for the ignition. Insomma,
all was in perfect order. It turned out obvious
that also the day of their passing the three men
had taken care themselves to acquit to every task;
sin that reached the evening was talks nonsense
to you and on the island not it had been more
nobody for being able to ignite the light of the
beacon. Nevertheless, 15 December had been one
calm day...
And therefore l’ispettore it had re-entered
with christmas gifts still to edge, because on
the island not there was nobody. After a pair
of days, two investigators had caught up Eilean
More, in order to try to reconstruct that that
it was happened. From the first moment the solution
seemed easy and linear. In the western berthing,
in fact, the signs destroyed you of one were most
obvious storm. A great crane that surpassed cliffs,
had all the ropes rolled up in a inestricabile
tangle. A dozen of meters under, in a crepaccio,
came found one great case of tools, scaraventata
laggiù from one some violent force. It
was like if a gigantic big wave of thirty meters
and more to the unexpected one it had been pulled
down on the island sweeping via every thing, comprised
the three men, hypothesis suffragata from the
fact that the indumenti protected you that they
were usual to wear in the inspections to the berthings,
were talk nonsense to you, insomma, the immediately
woven hypothesis from the investigators were more
rather reasonable. The two men, I became account
that the storm was irreparabilmente damaging the
crane, wears you impermeable burlaps, had gone
to the wharf, but for being you only invest yourself
from a gigantic big wave that had drags them to
you in sea... But that it had been some of the
third man? He had perhaps tried to help the companions
and pure it had been swept via from the blind
fury of the waves?
Centered, reasonable hypothesis. The case seemed
resolved, but jumping all in air when someone
made to observe that 15 December had been one
calm day and with quiet sea. The storm was only
burst the day after. Perhaps that one of the three
guardiani had mistaken in affixing the date of
the 15 on its lavagnetta of the notes? Not even
this. In fact, re-entered to earth, the captain
of the ship testified that just that night was
journeyed, in full calm of sea, in the pressed
ones of the island and the beacon already was
extinguished.
Even if that day the sea was calm, the thing did
not exclude however that one of they could equally
have fallen in the ocean, what that would explain
because the third party of the three men had not
worn the impermeable cloth. Evidently, the two
companions had tried to save it, but they had
been you swallow yourself from the marosi and
were drowns to you. Nevertheless, on the wharf
they had been found ropes of coupling and seat
belts. Possible that expert men as they had not
used means of protection?
Perhaps the man fallen in sea was svenuto and
he could not in some way to grab hold of to one
rescue rope. In this situation, but, one one would
have only thrown in aid, leaving the third party
very berthed to the wharf... and this that fine
it had made...
An other theory previewed the unexpected madness
of one of the three, the killing of the two companions
throws in sea and successive its to you suicide.
To that point, it was all possible. The investigators
but did not find a single trace that he could
it in some way to suffragare.
But the perhaps more reasonable theory is that
one that came exposed in a book. In 1947 a Scottish
journalist visited Eilean More. It was one day
beautifulst and calm. All at once, of unexpected,
just while he was in order to catch up the western
berthing, like from the null one it was itself
levala a gigantic wave that had surpassed the
wharf, high and terrible. A moment after all had
been quieted down and the sea was returned calm,
like if null was happened. In journalist it had
endured thought to some mysterious riflusso of
tide or a get loosed earthquake sott' water. Being
to its testimony, anyone was for case found in
that precise moment on the wharf could not sure
have saved itself in front of much violence. From
the fishermen of the place it had then known that
those unexpected big waves and terrible they appeared
periodically without appearing reason and many
were those who had lost the life.
However, also to forehead of these hypotheses,
it continues to seem much strange one indeed that
three expert men have been at the same time swept
up in an incident. Since one of they did not wear
the impermeable cloth that had been found to its
place - a lot probably was found to the inside
of the beacon, when it had succeeded the disaster;
but that what was capitato? And then quand' also
had seen its two companions swept up from the
sea, would have been therefore stupid to precipitate
themselves without precautions to the wharf, throwing
themselves between the marosi in order to save
them?
Mystery. The single sure thing is in the fact
that in that calm and quiet day of December of
fine century, something, some singular accadimento
had been taken place and the three men of the
beacon of Eilean More were talk nonsense to you,
letting behind only the terrible halo of a chilling
enigma.
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