There was once a seamaid who lived deep in the sea. Her hair was the color of the sun rays that filtered down into the deep; her eyes were the color of sea glass.

And she loved a fair sailor who sailed over the waves above.

Though the seamaid loved the human, he could never know. For though the seamaid was full of love, no words had she ever spoken. And so she bore her ardor in silence.

Go see the old woman of the deep whispered the water about her. And she was so full of love that caution deserted her and she swam to the cave of the old woman.

You love a human, bubbled the sea witch, swimming amongst the kelp.

The seamaid nodded.

Ah but you have no voice to call your love.

Again she nodded, stretching her hand out in desperation.

The old woman flicked the seamaid's hair as she swam.

I will make you a deal, and it is yours to take or leave. But if you leave you will never have your fair sailor.

The sea glass eyes pleaded with the old woman.

I will give you your voice. If you can keep the sailors love for a summer and a day, you may keep it.

The woman laughed a gravelly laugh.

But there is a catch! If your sailor falls in love with another, I will take your deepest heart and your beauty.

The old woman cocked her head.

Do you agree, little seamaid?

And she did.

Above the waves the fair sailor's ship glided through the sea. And in the sea the little seamaid rose up, words ready to spill from her mouth.

She stretched her arms above the water, and she sang to her sailor.

I have loved you for so long, my fair sailor; O won't you love me in return?

And the sailor looked into the seamaid's sea glass eyes and saw the calm of the sea, the beauty of the ocean depths.

And he loved the calm and so he loved the seamaid in return.

Every day of the summer the seamaid would visit her sailor, and she would sing her love to him. And still he loved the calm sea in her eyes, and he loved her in return.

The summer passed thus, until the day it ended. And it was on this day that the water whispered to the seamaid.

Your fair sailor has fallen in love with another and forsaken you, it whispered.

And the seamaid's heart cracked, only hearing the old woman's laughter in her ears.

It was the sunset of the last day when the seamaid rose above the waves and floated to the ship that sailed lazily through the waters.

She looked up at her fair sailor dozing by the edge of the ship.

I have loved you for so long, my fair sailor; O won't you love me in return?

He looked down into his forsaken love's eyes, and no longer saw the calm of the sea. Instead, he saw rough seas, tempests that could sink ships. There was no tenderness left.

And the sailor was unnerved.

You loved me for a summer, and now you have left me. But O my sailor, won't you join me below?

As the sun set and the sailor was transfixed, he saw his forsaken love begin to change.

Her beauty was fading, replaced with harsh looks, jagged teeth, and hatred in her sea glass eyes.

And the sailor was afraid.

The sea that had been so tranquil began to bubble and churn, as the seamaid's heart broke in two and splintered away, sliver by sliver.

Come to me, my love, she snarled.

But the sailor could only hear the beautiful summer melodies, days on the waves, and days on sandy beaches.

And so he stepped upon the railing, swaying and balancing against the roll of the sea.

Though his crew shouted for him to stop, the sailor could no longer hear anything but the song of the seamaid.

Come to me, my fair sailor.

The sailor steadied himself once, stepped off the railing - then dropped like an anchor into the rough sea.

The sea glass eyes shone in the dying light, and the sailor looked into them, and saw himself. The jagged teeth grinned, no longer a true smile but a twisted memory of a summer day.

Then the girl who was once the seamaid bore her sailor down below the waves.