The Selkie Song
Time and patience, that's all it takes. Time, patience and a whole lot of luck, as far as fishing goes.
But Hamish Lochlainn was not a very lucky young man. "It is the same with women" he thought. You needed both time and patience to be with a woman, which he had none, so he didn't bother. Come to think of it, he didn't bother with much at all nowadays, nothing seemed important. He had never had a family, his father died when he was a boy and his mother didn't care for him, so instead he sought comfort at the bottom of the bottle. Which had had quite an impact on his fishing but he didn't seem to care, he was never really fond of it anyways. It was always the same drill, and the fish always looked the same, he used to say.
Although, the day would come when he would eat his words. It was a day like any other, a foggy, damp September morning. The cold water of the North sea splashed his face as he maneuvered the boat across it. He tossed the net in the water, in the same manne