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His Liquid Grave by meluseena His Liquid Grave by meluseena
Alas though it is true that many men of sailor persuasion enjoy a cold watery grave, for the ironically named Fortunato, it was the twin liquids of wine and sea that was to end him.

While shored in the little port of Amaretto, the sailor quite by chance met the youthful fairheaded James Fitzgerald, a solictor who had a practice in this bitter little sea-town. Prone to an acuteness of sensitivity, Fortunato fell desperately in love over a shared pint of ale and a wink. The pair mantained a week-long torrid love affair conducted mostly in the alleyway between The Salty Hook alehouse and Moby Dick Laundry.

But! While for our fair-haired solictor it was a very secret fling (he really intended to marry Miss Elizabeth Clare who came with a dowry and station) for Fortunato it was love.

One night Fortunato spotted Mr. Fitzgerald and Ms. Clare by their carraige, in the light of the gas lamps. Well doused in Ma'am Esme's famed gut-rotting homemade rosé from the Salty Hook, he launched into a heart-rending proclamation of love that drew an amused crowd of lookie-loos from the alehouse.

And oh what treachery ensued! The youthful solictor denied any knowledge of poor drunk and swaying Fortunato, he denied even ever having seen him! After launching some well-placed and witty insults in poor Fortunato's direction, he scooped a bewildered Miss. Clare into the carraige and shot Fortunato a look of such disdain as would have felled even less sensitive sailors than our ineptly-named protagonist.

Rocked with woe and ridiculed by his fellows from the alehouse, Fortunato wandered to the pier and took to drinking more and more rosé till in drunken folly he fell in and never rose above the surface. Vito McCarthy, who watched it happen from the alehouse's grimy windows, swears he saw the tentacle arm of the local seamonster curl about Fortunato's ankle and pull him in. But he was well in his cups and some say, even on his sober days, he's never really there, you know.

All they ever found of Fortunato was his hat washed-up on the shingle, and it it is said that his ghost roams Amaretto still, so that he became something of a celebrity in death. His hat was sold at an impromptu auction in market-day, and was bought for stupid amounts of money by a mysterious cloaked and hatted solicitor, to be lamented and wept on later in private, no doubt.

::part of a new series I am working on :) :::

This is largely airbrushed, with some photo texture. Done in Photoshop CS II. :)


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wtfanne Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2011  Student Traditional Artist
This would make an great tattoo!
0-dot-0 Featured By Owner Sep 25, 2010
This is absolutely beautiful!
TheTinyHobo Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2010   General Artist
My God, your artwork is so beautiful and full of life! I am in love with this poor thing's story. You did a great job painting this--I especially like the pink tones in his skin. This image really stands out!
meluseena Featured By Owner Aug 14, 2010  Professional General Artist
<3 Thank you :)
whoistoknow Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Wow this is absolutely beautiful. That is all I can say right now. I'm stunned and this masterpiece.
sissycatafalque Featured By Owner Dec 16, 2009
I love it!
maleekmonroe Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
so cute, so amazing
Malamox Featured By Owner Sep 27, 2009  Hobbyist Artist
You should write a whole book about this!
livegreen92 Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2009  Student
the combination of story and image makes this phenominal...
ptpeach Featured By Owner Sep 12, 2009
Wonderful story and beautiful painting!
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