At one time or another we’ve all been admonished to “Do the math!” But here’s one rationale for not doing it in the Phantom universe.
Over the course of “The Aeronaut,” the story set to conclude this week in the daily pages, some readers wondered how only two generations could separate the 19th Phantom in 1918 and the 21st Phantom in 2013. How could the Phantom’s grandfather have been in his prime when Ted West’s great-grandfather — the aeronaut — was not much more than a boy?
It’s The Aeronaut’s denouement up ahead, over the next three weeks.
The Phantom, as you know, is ever nonchalant about how one thing leads to another. No matter how the trail winds, he just rolls with it. The Aeronaut saga started in April, when Old Man Mozz dreamed that something from beyond the grave would “reach out” to the Phantom. All right, we’ll see about that. But in the meantime the Phantom has a job to do; mopping up the jungle floor with some guys caught loading drugs onto a transcontinental jet.
A friend traveling through Playa del Carmen, Mexico, spotted our hero diving with sharks today. He declined the use of a shark cage, despite that he had cut himself shaving with his boot knife. “Shark smells Phantom blood, swims the other way,” Old Jungle Saying.