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"Once upon a sunset, a salty fisherman was setting his nets for the night. As the sky lit crimson, he felt a rather large tug, and imagined he heard the sea cry. Filled with the healthy curiosity of all fishermen, he set about immediately drawing in his net. In the twilight, it appeared to be a fair young lass caught. He pulled her up into his rowboat quick as a wink, but when he reached down to untangle her, he saw that she was not born of man. No indeed! She was faery, and what a beauty at that! She was so lovely in fact, that the fisherman instantly fell in love with her. She struggled and pleaded with the old man to set her free. The odd sounding language was incomprehensible to him. But even if he had understood her, he would not have let her go, for a powerful and possessive love had overtaken him, and although he understood the sorrow in her eyes, he bound her more tightly still, and covered her with leaves of kelp. Heedless and headstrong he rowed for shore. As the bow of the boat settled onto a pebbled beach, the old man let out the most mournful wail, for as he looked beneath the leaves of kelp, nothing remained of his new-found love but the reflection of the moon in a puddle of brine