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by Varla Ventura

Anthony’s conduct “I wouldn’t be too hard on a man for tak-

  ing a drop an odd time.”

  I was glad to hear Peter say that. I myself had found it

  necessary from time to time, for the sake of an old friend-

  ship, not to be too hard on Peter.

  “Nobody would have blamed him,” Peter went on, “if he

  had behaved himself when he had a drop taken; but that’s

  what he didn’t seem able to do. He bet her. Sore and heavy

  he bet her, and that’s what no woman, whether she was a

  natural woman or one of the other kind, could be expected

  to put up with. Not that she said a word. She didn’t. Nor

  nobody would have known that he bet her if he hadn’t taken

  to beating the young lads along with her. It was them told

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  what was going on. But there wasn’t one on the island would

  interfere. The people did be wondering that she didn’t put

  the fear of God into Anthony; but of course that’s what she

  couldn’t do on account of his having the cloak hid away from

  her. So long as he had that she was bound to put up with

  whatever he did. But it wasn’t for ever.

  “The house was going to rack and ruin

  with the way Anthony wouldn’t mind it

  on account of his being three-parts drunk

  most of the time. At last the rain was com-

  ing in through the roof. When Anthony saw

  that he came to himself a bit and sent for my grandfather and

  settled with him to put a few patches of new thatch on the

  worst places. My grandfather was the best man at thatching

  that there was in the island in them days, and he took the

  job though he misdoubted whether he’d ever be paid for it.

  Anthony never came next or nigh him when he was working,

  which shows that he hadn’t got his senses rightly. If he had

  he’d have kept an eye on what my grandfather was doing,

  knowing what he knew, though of course my grandfather

  didn’t know. Well, one day my grandfather was dragging off

  the old thatch near the chimney. It was middling late in the

  evening, as it might be six or seven o’clock, and he was think-

  ing of stopping his work when all of a sudden he came on

  what he thought might be an old petticoat bundled away in

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  the thatch. It was red, he said, but when he put his hand on it

  he knew it wasn’t flannel, nor it wasn’t cloth, nor it wasn’t like

  anything he’d ever felt before in all his life. There was a hole

  in the roof where my grandfather had the thatch stripped,

  and he could see down into the kitchen. Anthony’s wife was

  there with the youngest of the boys in her arms. My grand

  -

  father was as much in dread of her as every other one, but he

  thought it would be no more than civil to tell her what he’d

  found.

  “‘Begging your pardon, ma’am,’ he said, ‘but I’m after

  finding what maybe belongs to you hid away in the thatch.’”

  With that he threw down the red cloak, for it was a red

  cloak he had in his hand. She didn’t speak a word, but she

  laid down the baby out of her arms and she walked out of

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  the house. That was the last my father seen of her. And that

  was the last anyone on the island seen of her, unless maybe

  Anthony. Nobody knows what he saw. He stopped off the

  drink from that day; but it wasn’t much use his stopping it.

  He used to go round at spring tides to the bay where he had

  seen her first. He did that five times, or maybe six. After that

  he took to his bed and died. It could be that his heart was

  broke.”

  We slipped past the point of the pier. Peter crept for-

  ward and crouched on the deck in front of the

  mast. I peered into the gloom to catch sight of

  our mooring-buoy.

  “Let her away a bit yet,” said Peter. “Now luff

  her, luff her all you can.”

  The boat edged up into the wind. Peter, flat on his

  stomach, grasped the buoy and hauled it on board. The

  fore-sheets beat their tattoo on the deck. The boom swung

  sharply across the boat.

  Then minutes later we were leaning together across the

  boom gathering in the mainsail.

  “What became of the boys?” I asked.

  “Is it Anthony O’Flaherty’s boys? The last of them went

  to America twenty years ago. But sure that was before you

  came to these parts.”

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  Nautical Terms

  The term

  boot camp

  originated during the Spanish-

  American war, when sailors wore leggings called boots.

  Recruits were nicknamed after these leggings, and their

  training camps became known as “boot camps.”

  The term

  clean bill of health

  was first used in reference to a

  ship whose captain could produce documents proving that

  the port his boat sailed from had not been host to an epi-

  demic or infection.

  The saying

  down the hatch

  comes from the term for lower

  -

  ing cargo into the hatch.

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  The term

  proof

  (and the practice of identifying alcohol

  based on proof ) came from sailors who would put gunpow-

  der into the rum. If it ignited, the rum was 100 proof, or at

  least 57 percent alcohol. If not, someone had watered down

  the rum—and that someone was going to walk the plank!

  The term

  dungarees

  , meaning sailor’s work

  clothes, comes from the

  Hindi word Dun

  -

  gri, a type of Indian cloth.

  The word

  mayday

  , a radio distress call,

  comes from the French “m’aidez,” which

  means “help me.”

  The word

  scuttlebutt

  refers to the cask

  of drinking water on ships—a butt is

  a wooden cask used for holding wa-

  ter, while to scuttle is to drill a hole, as

  in, “This butt has been scuttled so that we could

  drink from it.” When sailors gathered at the scut-

  tlebutt for water, they took the opportunity to gos-

  sip—and so scuttlebutt became slang for rumors.

  Today we have our modern equivalent of talking around the

  office water cooler.

  The term

  fathom

  is a nautical word used to measure the

  depth of the water. One fathom is six feet, a measurement

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  based on the length from a sailor’s fingertip to fingertip when

  his arms were outstretched. It was once defined by Parlia-

  ment as “the length of a man’s arms around the object of his

  affections,” and derives from the Old English word

  faethm

  ,

  meaning “embracing arms.”

  The phrase

  showing your true colors

  originated from the

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sp; days when warships and pirate ships would hide their flags

  when approaching an enemy (or a victim), then unfurl them

  once it was too late for the oblivious ship to take aim and

  return fire.

  A

  smoking lamp

  was once used to signify that a space on

  the ship was designated for smoking. This method was

  used to reduce the risk of setting the ship on fire, and it be-

  ing reduced to ash, because a sailor wanted a cig. Sailors

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  could light their pipes on the lamp (before the invention of

  matches). When the lamp was out, it meant conditions or

  other responsibilities dictated that smoking was forbidden,

  and officers still announce that the “smoking lamp is out”

  when they want the crew to put ’em out.

  Ever been asked to just

  toe the line?

  The phrase comes from

  an old sailors’ punishment. Decks used to be made by sealing

  planks with a mixture of pitch and tar, creating a series of

  parallel lines. Each Sunday, a warship’s crew had to “fall in at

  quarters,” or divide up and form a line, using the seals on the

  deck to keep the formation straight. On other days, a young

  ship’s boy or a boot (a new sailor in training) would fidget

  or talk when he shouldn’t—and the captain would send him

  to “toe the line.” He’d have to stand with his toes to the line,

  sometimes for hours in harsh weather.

  Batten Down the Hatches!

  Since the first stories were told, the sea has been the source

  of folklore, myth, and mystery in every corner of the earth,

  and the life-sustaining and life-threatening center of ev-

  ery coastal culture. Its sheer vastness holds a promise of

  power and the unknown, and leagues under the surface lives

  a world as different from ours as another planet’s. From

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  Homer’s wine-dark waves, to Charles Weathers Bump’s

  The

  Mermaid of Druid Lake

  , from the Welsh tales Wirt Sikes

  tells in

  It Moans on Land and Sea,

  to the infamous Loch

  Ness monster, it seems that everyone agrees—there’s some-

  thing supernatural about the water.

  No self-respecting headline would read, “Aliens Found

  in the Deep Sea,” or, “Mermaid Sighted off Small Fishing

  Boat.” Why? It is certainly true that no matter how much

  we study and map and dive and explore, there will always

  remain something inexplicable about the ocean. Here are a

  few strange-but-true tales of the sea that did make headlines,

  or at least turned a head or two.

  In the summer of 1997, underwater microphones placed

  in the ocean by the United States Navy detected an ultra-

  low-frequency sound, the source of which has remained a

  mystery. The sound, which became known as the Bloop, was

  detected several times over a range of 5,000 kilometers. Sci-

  entists say the Bloop matches the sound profile of a living

  creature, but they have yet to identify which one. The Bloop

  is too big and powerful to have been made by a whale. In

  fact, scientists don’t know of any animal on earth that could

  have made the sound—unless it’s an animal that hasn’t

  been discovered yet. More recent evidence has surfaced that

  NOAA—the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Admin-

  istration—claims to solve the mystery of the Bloop. They

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  believe it to be the sound of cracking ice in Antarctica—in

  short, an "icequake." (But they also publicly announced that

  mermaids weren't real, so can you really trust them?)

  In 2012, in the Baltic Sea between Finland and Swe-

  den, 300 feet down, deep-sea divers discovered a mysterious

  object that seemed to defy identification. Using remote con-

  trolled cameras, further investigations revealed something

  that looks eerily similar to the Millennium Falcon. Skeptics

  declare it merely a coincidental collection of rocks, but ufolo-

  gists and paranormal investigators won’t be swayed by this

  explanation. Scientists have also speculated that it is the re-

  mains of a nineteenth-century warship—which would also

  be cool!

  Also in 2012, Al McGlashan discovered the carcass of

  a thirteen-foot squid near South Wales, Australia. “In all

  my time on the water—and I’ve spent 200-plus days out

  there—I’ve never seen anything like it,” McGlashan said. He

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  also described the deep sea monster as “one of those mystical

  things you hear of in those stories about ancient mariners.”

  Creepy.

  In Oregon, a concrete dock mysteriously washed ashore.

  It was seventy feet long, seven feet tall, and nineteen feet

  wide, made of metal and concrete. While imaginations ran

  wild—was it a chunk of Neptune’s deep-sea palace?—it was

  most likely from the 2011 massive tsunami in Japan. This is

  remarkable in and of itself as the block of concrete traveled

  more than 4,000 nautical miles in just over a year. Eyewit-

  ness Kirk Tite, who made the discovery while walking along

  the beach with his two sons, described it as “a massive hunk

  of concrete and metal covered in sea creatures.”

  And in October of 2012, Florida’s

  Sun Sentinel

  paper ran

  the following headline:

  Huge Eyeball from Unknown Creature Washes

  Ashore on Florida Beach

  A man named Gino Covacci was walking along Pom-

  pano Beach, just north of Ft. Lauderdale on Florida’s sunny

  east coast, when he made a rather gruesome discovery: a gi-

  ant eyeball, which he reportedly kicked over, thinking it was

  a softball. Later, sources confirmed that the eyeball belonged

  to a swordfish of unusual size, which must now be sporting

  an eye patch the size of a bikini bottom!

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  I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths

  and a great fear of shallow living.

  —ANAÏS NIN

  One of my favorite mermaid stories is the following classic

  tale, “Lutey and the Mermaid,” by Mabel Quiller-Couch. It

  has been told and retold in Celtic myths and fairy tales many

  times over. Its familiar theme—a mermaid stuck in a shallow

  tide pool lures a mortal man to her watery trap—is made

  lively with Quiller-Couch’s lighthearted, but very feminine,

  touch. Lutey is not as dumb as other mortals: the mermaid’s

  beauty alone does not trick him. The prospect of her abusive

  mer-husband eating her children convinces him to help her.

  CHAPTER

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  Lutey himself is a faithful(ish) husband, and perhaps a bit

  too kind to his fellow man.

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nbsp; “Lutey and the Mermaid” was originally published in

  Quiller-Couch’s 1914 collection,

  Cornwall’s Wonderland

  , a

  fantastic compilation of fairy tales featuring such gems as

  “Lutey and the Mermaid,” “The Fairies on the Gump,” and

  “How Madge Figgy Got Her Pig,” all retold by Quiller-

  Couch. Born in 1866 in, you guessed it, Cornwall, England,

  Quiller-Couch was widely praised as an editor, but she was

  also quite a prolific author. She wrote more than twenty-

  six published works. Interestingly, her younger sister Lilian

  Quiller-Couch was also an editor and writer, and the two of

  them collaborated on a couple of works.

  Legend has it that Mabel Quiller-Couch was jilted by a

  lover, and it seems that her ideal man may have been reborn

  a bit in Lutey—and that even Lutey was flawed.

  Lutey and the Mermaid

  by Mabel Quiller-Couch

  One lovely summer evening many, many years ago, an old

  man named Lutey was standing on the seashore not far from

  that beautiful bit of coast called the Lizard.

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  On the edge of the cliff above him stood a small farm,

  and here he lived, spending his time between farming, fish-

  ing, and, we must admit it, smuggling, too, whenever he got a

  chance. This summer evening he had finished his day’s work

  early, and while waiting for his supper he strolled

  along the sands a little way, to see if there was

  any wreckage to be seen, for it was long since

  he had had any luck in that way, and he was

  very much put out about it.

  This evening, though, he was no luckier

  than he had been before, and he was turning

  away, giving up his search as hopeless, when from somewhere

  out seaward came a long, low, wailing cry. It was not the mel-

  ancholy cry of a gull, but of a woman or child in distress.

  Lutey stopped, and listened, and looked back, but, as far

  as he could see, not a living creature was to be seen on the

  beach but himself. Even though while he listened the sound

  came wailing over the sand again, and this time left no doubt

  in his mind. It was a voice. Someone was in trouble, evi-

 

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