I inherit Father’s boat, but I’m not the great fisherman he was.
Yet the mermaids mistake me for him on the sea.
“Tribute!” they demand. “For a year of good fishing, toss a child for feasting!”
“What?” I ask.
“Our bargain! It’s been your agreement for decades!”
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