The Pink King

The crew of the Flying Dutchman - skeletons with souls, the restless dead - are condemned to live every day on the seabed and every night in search of a final tragedy that will make them die for real, that gives them the oblivion they so much feel they need. Meanwhile, the only thing they manage to kill is time, attacking merchant ships and ocean liners, waiting for the definitive rock, for the fatal storm. Instead, they will meet the only thing they hadn't expected or desired: a child, alive, beautiful, in swaddling clothes, and they will become his guardians. A bittersweet story, full of symbolism and macabre tenderness, adapted by David B. from a story by the writer and pataphysicist Pierre MacOrlan. A gesture of love from the great cartoonist for a story that had been spinning in his head for twenty years. The latest masterpiece from the last of the independent thinkers.