There is a song his Mack’s aunt used to sing to him when he was little.  “I am a man upon the land. I am a silkie on the sea.”  . . . .  It was a creature who comes back to fetch his child – his child by a woman on the land.  But the woman’s new husband is a hunter, a good shot, and kills him when he tries to escape back to the sea with the child.  Perhaps that was best, in the end.  Still the song was sad – stolen love, lost love, amphibious doom . . .

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