We don’t believe in legend, we folk of the sea. Of surety, there have been times when a frightened sailor on the river spoke of a shadowy man and swan-like shape floating across the top of the waves – more than likely it was just a floating log, and when pressed about it further, they are inclined to agree.
The shadows never make a sound, ever, in all their sightings. They never cause a ripple. Sailors and fish-men speak of great black eyes that bore into theirs, searching for something – something never found.
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