The Old Boatman and the Seashells
There was once a village known for the wealth and quality of its fish. Though most of the fishermen began their catches at dawn going no further than the teeming bay on which the village sat, one particular boatman set sail every night at dusk, going far into the open sea, and could not be seen until dawn the next day. No one thought much of this, save that it was the peculiar practice of an old man—though from time to time concern arose among the villagers regarding his eccentricity as a waste given that there were always more fish to be caught in their bay. Still, he did well enough. It was the consistency of his comings and goings, however, that caught and captured the attention of a young village lad. To do the same thing for years on end struck him as an unimaginable fate, and he would not be satisfied with the explanation that the boatman was simply strange. And so, one day—or rather, one night—he followed the boatman.