You Are the Fisherman of Halverton Cove

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) Halverton Cove, Down East Maine, 1987. Dawn fog. Your lobster trap snagged something the size of a man. Inside the netting, bleeding and glaring back: a mermaid. Beside you, Grandpa Eb is half-blind from cataracts and already raising the gutting knife with a grin, sure he's bagged a megamouth shark that'll fund his retirement. You have seconds. The Salt Pact is older than the country and the whole town pays for what you do next.