Post by Mrs. Spencer Reid on Dec 18, 2010 20:59:19 GMT -8
of his bones are coral made:
those are pearls that were his eyes:
nothing of him that doth fade,
but doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
-William Shakespeare, the tempest
those are pearls that were his eyes:
nothing of him that doth fade,
but doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
-William Shakespeare, the tempest
It was the high summer of 1650 when Captain William McCloud, a Scottish pirate sailing to the Caribbean, discovered what is today known as Selkie Island. Captain McCloud's crew had mutinied and dropped him in a dinghy off the coast of Georgia. The pirate was half mad when a green-eyed mermaid with a red-gold tail steered him to land. There, the mermaid, named Caya, shape-shifted into a woman. Captain McCloud promptly fell in love with her, married her, and named the island Selkie - the Scottish word for a creature capable of transforming from a seal into a human. Captain McCloud and Caya had several children, who, like their mother, became merfolk when they submerged themselves in the ocean, but lived on land as humans.
On a small island hidden by fog summer homes of the rich sit. This island is Selkie Island, and Selkie Island has quite a past to share with you. Upon arriving at the island the first thing to notice is the sign. SAILORS, BEWARE OF SELKIE ISLAND! HERE BE MONSTERS! What kind of monsters you may ask? All kinds. Sea serpants vicious with slithering tentacles and crushing limbs, elegant but deadly sirens ready to lure sailors to their death, mermen strong and beautiful with elegant tails, selkies frolicking in the water happily, and the ever dangerous kraken ready to strike at any time. Of course these are all simply myths, or so people thing. Not too many people dwell on the past any longer, now focused on their own modern lives.
Selkie Island is a summer home for the rich, the elite families who own mansions on the island and who are far more privileged than others. Everything on the island was donated by each family, and they host an annual Heirs party dedicated to the Heirs and Heiresses of these massive fortunes. The children, brought up in the utmost respected households are spoiled and polite, flirting and hooking up with one another before breaking it off as the summer faded and they left the island. Wealth is known well to them and the common life is a mystery, unused to anything not brand name and cheap.
On the other side of the island is Fisherman's Village. The residents are locals, those who aren't just there to spend summer on the beautiful island but who reside there year long. They're commoners, and avoided by the richer side of town for their poorer neighborhood and seemingly dingy town. The majority of the people work as fishermen in the village, taking trips out for days and working in the warm sun to make a living.
Though on the same island, the two people couldn't be more different. But the locals know best, the myths of the island aren't always just myths, and magic usually happens after the sun sets. Returning to the island the myths have grown restless with the appearance of the summerfolk, and restless is very very bad. What will happen when the myths have been disrupted?