His name was Cillian. he was born in ireland in the 1900. it was 1920, and he was 19 years old. he lived in a lighthouse with his rough, but somewhat loving father. they were fishermen. Cillian wasn’t the best at fishing. he was also a bit timid about the sea. it was just so… deep. not to mention the stories his late mother would tell him as a child. she had always mentioned magical creatures names Selkies. Selkies are mythological creatures that can shapeshift between seal and human forms by removing or putting on their seal skin. they can either be friendly or revengeful. but he also knew they were like sirens. very seductive when in their human form. he had never personally seen one, but feared he would someday.

Cillian was out in his old wooden boat. he clutched his fishing rod, waiting for a bite. it was cold today. winter was fast approaching, and the icy winds weren’t helpful when it came to waiting for hours for a fish to bite. he sighed, rubbing his temples with one hand.