the tale of the sea mink...slightly different

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

same story as the previous one...just slight alterations

Once upon a time when the world was a much larger place to live in and there was still many things left to discover there was a young man named Mark who was in love with the sea. This was a wonderful trait for him to posess because he was a fisherman; just as his father and his fathers father before him had been. Mark would spend hours casting his nets and drawing them back up again. On most days he would barely bring in enough of a haul to feed himself, let alone sell in the town market. Needless to say, he was very poor indeed.


One particular afternoon when the day was drifting away particularly lazilly an unexpected current took control of the small ship bringing him to an unfarmiliar part of the sea. Mark noticed a beautiful sound echoing off of the waves. It sounded sweet and clear and happy. He heard a lilting sound like teaspoons on crystal.

It stirred something deep inside of him that he had never felt before. He had sailed much farther from shore than he ever had previously and it made him a little nervous. But regardless, Mark decided to follow the sound to try and figure out what it could possibly be. After much careful searching he found nothing of particular interest and decided to try his luck then call it a day. Mark cast his net out on the choppy waters not counting on any kind of a haul to write home about. After a bit he began to draw up his nets. Mark was surprised by the wieght of it. Sweat began pouring off of him as his muscles strained to bring in his catch of the day. Visions of heaps upon heaps of fish began flashing in his mind. Oh the things he would buy. "I can finally barter with Joseph Shared for a new boat" Mark exclaimed to himself. He pulled the net onto his little fishing rig and opened it up. It was quite a haul!

Mark quickly got his bearings and found himself safely upon his shores sorting through the mass of fish he had amassed. But, something didn't seem quite right the pile of fish looked a little bloated. Was there something hidden among the pounds of fish? Mark started sorting through them tentatively when he felt something that definately was not a fish. It felt smooth and slick like fur. Mark heard the beautiful sound that had drawn him to that unknown part of the ocean again. Only this time it was painful to hear; It sounded scared. The animal lifted its head and looked with its sad blue eyes directly into his own; seemingly begging for mercy.

When he saw the red color of the pelt Mark knew that he had caught a sea mink. As a child his father had told him many strange and mysterious stories about these creatures that were rumored to have been hunted to extinction many years before. The sea mink was a magical creature. Just seeing one would bring a fisherman good luck for years to come. Mark knew that the pelt would bring him a handsome sum. The creature continued to moan in an excruciating pitch. Mark winced as he hit it over the head killing it. Mark began mentally adding up the money yet to line his pockets. He took his long knife and began peeling back the beautiful coat practically drooling over it. As he pulled the coat from the creature he did not see what he should have seen: blood and exposed muscle. He saw flesh. First a lily colored calve then stomach, breast, then face. As he peeled away the pelt he saw a beautiful redhaired woman within. Had this woman been shipwrecked? Where did she get this pelt? Mark was positive that he had seen an animal only seconds before but now he wasn't so sure.

"Miss? Miss, are you all right?" The woman had a nasty cut on her head exactly where mark had struck the beast. She could not speak. She simply looked at him with the same sad imploring eyes that the creature had. Mark wrapped the woman in a wool blanket and carried her into his little ramshackle home. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and he knew that this was no ordinary maiden. The sea mink and she were one and the same. He also knew from every fire side story he had ever heard that the power of such a magical creature lay in the pelt. As Mark looked in her eyes; eyes that were ever shifting like the sea; he knew that he could not be without her again.


The woman who Mard had decided he would call Marina, awoke in a frenzy frantically trying to get back to sea. She moved like a wild animal. After much struggling Mark managed to put manacles around her ankles. He knew that if she ever found her pelt she would leave him and return to her home. So he buried it alongside his ancestors on a hill in the small country cemetary and visited daily. What to ordinary observers would appear to be a mourner was actually nothing more that the ritual of an incredibly selfish man ensuring that his treasure was not uncovered. Even though he couldh've sold the pelt for a handsome sum he did not. He simply left it buried; ensuring that his maiden could not ever leave him.

Mark had very good luck from then on. He never came to shore emptyhanded which made him able to live fairly comfortuably. He began to lose hope of taming the girl who had slowely learned to speak until she began to grow large with child. As the days passed the ebb and flow of the sea in her eyes slowely began to fade.

Marina gave birth on an eerily silent day. Not even a rustle of wind was said to have budged a single hair on that day. The baby was more perfect than was ordinary. The child possessed not the wrinkled squished up face of an old man but white porcelain skin, red hair, and alert eyes. She was a perfect child and Marina loved her unconditionally. They named the girl child Rosemary, which means 'dew of the sea'.

With the birth of her child she lost her will to fight so Marina was left to come and go as she pleased. One day Marina followed mark to the cemetary and overheard his private mumblings.

"Father watch over my family; I entrust to you that which is the greatest of treasures to me." Marina knew that which was his greatest treasure had also been hers and she couldh've taken the pelt on her shoulders and returned to the sea but she felt the changes within her. So she set about her work. As Rosemary grew to a stout toddler Marina ventured closer to the waters with her child. She began teaching her the beautiful melody that had attracted her father. She taught her the ways of the sea, about currents and the various creatures. Soon, as the child grew older the sea could be seen reflected within her eyes. When Rosemary reached her womanhood as all young girls eventually do, her mother brought her to the seashore with a packet in her dirty hands.

"My dear, today you are a woman. Today I give you something that was never afforded me. I give you the gift of choice", Her mother handed over the beautiful pelt that once was her own and offered it to her daughter.

"Mother cant you come with me?"

"I cannot; the sea has died within me and it is still strong within you."


As the two silently paused twin pools reflected one another and a tear slid down Rosemary's face. She wrapped the beautiful fur around her shoulders. She wriggled her body a bit and the air grew thinner somehow as the shimmering waves began to emanate a light mist. All sound ceased to exist except a faint chorus that sounded like teaspoons on crystal seeming to be calling to Rosemary. A transformation occurred and she was no longer a beautiful young maiden but rather an enchanted sea mink.


"Thank you Mother." Rosemary slipped below the waves then gracefully reappeared. "We will always have each other as long as we have the sea."

From that day on Marina was always seen by the sea shore singing into the wind. And, if you listen hard enough on a quite enough day, you can still hear the sound of her daughter's reply.


Submitted: August 14, 2010

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