ometimes an old sailor will look at the waves and tell you a story. Only the oldest tell it. She's gone now they say. Lost to the waves. What a beauty she was. But they don't now the real story. Only one man knows it, and he wouldn't tell you for the life of him. I could make him tell you, but I think it's better if you just watch. The beauty of the sea they call her, the dancer of the waves. Dancing, dancing to the music of the waves. The silly ones mistake her for a mermaid. The smart ones don't even try to guess who she is. The more you here of her the more you want to see her. She, dancer of the sea people. She sings their silent songs. You see her once and you are changed for life. I shall simply place you into the man that knows her story when he learned her story.
