There’s things I tell people, and there’s things I don’t. I tell people I got lost in a fog at sea. I don’t tell people that I spent those three days with a mermaid, and that she’s responsible for the fortune that keeps washing up on my shore.
I suppose I’m going to have to tell them something now, because I’ve just met my son by the mermaid. He’s six years old, and he looks eighteen. He’s got the appetite of twelve men, and he’s going to need a lot more from this world than what I’ve got to give him.