Let me tell you about a true story that happened to me back in June of 1992.

I went by the docks one morning after I saw something the night before when I was out on one of my walks. An old fishermen was cleaning his decks and I figured he'd know something. ``Ahoy there, laddy," he said to me. ``Anything I can do for ye?" I felt a bit nervous, but I started my story: ``Well, this might sound a bit odd, but... last night, I saw a beautiful girl down here on the docks." He lifted an eyebrow and began to look at me a bit more seriously. ``She was very pale, with long, sparkling blonde hair. She was beautiful, almost too beautiful, and then -- I'm not sure if this really happened, or if I imagined it -- but I thought I saw her jump off!" The old fisherman shook his head slowly. ``Oh, that was ol' Espeon you saw. She comes by, tho' I haven't seen her for quite a bit now. She used to be quite famous down here when she came on a cruise ship from Russia an' decided on stayin' after a young man stole away her heart!" He shook his head slowly, mournfully, before continuing. ``They shortly married, and they were all the talk of the town! But her husband, ( ˃ ヮ˂), was doin' all kin's of abusin' to her a few years in, or so I heard. He took her wee spot of happiness away. Tho' them be only rumors. She took her own life, jumpin off this very dock'' -- he thumbs down -- ``and went out to sleep with the fishies.'' He rubbed his beard and I could see him holding back tears. ``The young man's head leveled with grief, but oh, it was too late. He cleaned himself up, and felt drawn to the waters, maybe by her spirit. He sailed all around the sea, a bearin' his sadness. And he may be an old man now, but he knows that some day, she'll come back to take him with her."