Nosferatu the Vampyre Page #3

You shouldn't travel.

The black coffins... I must get

to Wismar before the coffins.

You should at least wait for the

doctor. He'll be here tomorrow.

Lucy, my wife, is in danger.

I must save her.

The black coffins.

Evil is on the way.

I'm writing because I believe

there is a curse on my ship.

One by one, four sailors and the

second mate have taken ill and died.

Another sailor and our cook have

disappeared without a trace.

A rumor of a mysterious stranger

on board scares everyone to death.

We searched the boat and we found

nothing, except rats.

We are maintaining our course.

Northwest at 30 degrees.

The wind is steady. 12 knots.

Mr. Renfield...

...you sent my husband

to Transylvania...

...and I haven't heard

from him in weeks.

I'm very concerned...

...I want to go there and look for him.

Don't go yet.

My master is coming.

Who did you say is coming?

The Lord of the Rats.

He's bringing with him thousands

and thousands of rats.

Orderly, give him some more food.

I think we should leave now.

The plague.

The Master has arrived.

The Master has arrived.

Lay a gangplank across.

We need to search the ship.

Cut him loose.

There's not a soul on board.

Just some freight.

But there are rats everywhere.

Here's the ship's log.

It's truly a mystery.

I think, gentlemen, that the ship's log

may give us a clue.

Varna, June 6. Myself, the Captain, five

hands, two mates and a cook...

...direction, the Dardanelles.

Course westward.

Today a third man died of a high fever.

Last night, while on his watch,

a mate disappeared without a trace.

June 20th. Course northward

towards Biscaya.

Speed 40 knots. Tall waves.

Fear grows among my men.

Now only the first mate

and I remain alive.

There are rats everywhere.

Could it be a plague?

Go home quietly, please.

Shut the doors and windows,

gentlemen.

Gracious lady, we brought this man.

He says he lives here.

Lucy!

Jonathan!

Who is this woman?

Bring him in, please.

It looks like he's suffering

from brain fever.

The sun is hurting my eyes.

Dr. Van Helsing. Do you think

we've all gone mad...

...and that one morning we'll all wake up

and find ourselves in straight-jackets?

Excuse me for not knocking...

...I am Count Dracula.

I know who you are.

I read Jonathan's diary.

He wrote everything that went on

in your castle, while he was there.

- Don't worry, he won't die.

- Yes...

...he will. Death surrounds us.

We're all at his will.

The rivers continue

to flow without us.

Time flies by.

Even the stars...

...they wander towards us

in a very strange way.

Only death is certain.

Only death is cruel.

Death is cruelty

against the unsuspecting.

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