I Think You May Be A Sea Hag
This is not my story; it is a story that was passed down through the years in the family of my friend’s father. He calls it the fable of the Sea Hag. He is of Greek, Irish, and German heritage although I am not sure which grandparents passed this on to him. I think the Sea Hag in the Popeye comics must be loosely based on this story. I am not going to go into the entire story of the Sea Hag because it takes hours for his father to tell this.
There was a fishermen’s village bordered by the sea. The legend first tells us that when the devil was cast out of heaven that he was cast into the depths of the sea surrounding this village. The story was passed on from generation to generation so many were ill at ease.
Read on for the story of the hideous sea hag.
The light cut the surface of the sea in beams, descending deep into depths darker than hell and hell reached into the inky black sky as if attempting to pull everything into it. The only purity on this fateful night was the moon as it cast flashes of silver against the cold evil darkness. Suddenly a face appeared from the depths; it was a youthfully naive face but it was creased with the horrors of the world, as if it had never been smiled upon or shown wonder and joy, never felt love. Her silver hair billowed in the light, catching the moonlight’s reflection. She kicked her long, rough tail as she crested the surface. She laughed at the sight of the horrified onlookers, but the smile was one of a piranha and not a young woman, with pointed razor sharp teeth.
They caught the creature in their nets as she cried out into the night. The fishermen hit her on the head with a blunt object, but she thrashed around. The boats began rocking like mad as her muscled form went crazy, capsizing the boat and all aboard began to drown, entangled in their nets.
She turned towards the men, shouting and screaming a warning of the impending tsunami; she was trying to save the very men that had just tried to kill her. She shouted to them that she would help them and save them. The men could not understand what she was saying and continued thrashing against the nets. Without another thought the sea hag lunged for the net freeing the men from the potential watery grave. The men still did not understand that she wanted only to save them and to be accepted in the world so they began to stab her with the knives pulled from their side sheaths. Blood clouded the water; beautiful scarlet clouds surrounded the her as she floated in the water, dying from the wounds the men had caused. She slipped in to the dark shadows of the sea, her silvery hair somehow now as dark as the deepest depths of the ocean, the moonlight no longer reflecting off of it.
What is the moral of the story? Never judge someone by a physical appearance and never judge them without knowing their heart. The sea hag was a physically hideous looking creature but in the end she gave her own life to save those of the ones who wronged her and even then they didn’t look inward to the real beauty of her. We can kill people with our thoughtless actions.
Sometimes I feel like the sea hag and sometimes I feel like the fisherman; that is why I started this group. I sometimes see people being judged negatively based on nothing more than hearsay and jealousies. It gets tiring to continually have to defend and build others up for all the damage someone’s harsh words have done to them.
There was a fishermen’s village bordered by the sea. The legend first tells us that when the devil was cast out of heaven that he was cast into the depths of the sea surrounding this village. The story was passed on from generation to generation so many were ill at ease.
Read on for the story of the hideous sea hag.
The light cut the surface of the sea in beams, descending deep into depths darker than hell and hell reached into the inky black sky as if attempting to pull everything into it. The only purity on this fateful night was the moon as it cast flashes of silver against the cold evil darkness. Suddenly a face appeared from the depths; it was a youthfully naive face but it was creased with the horrors of the world, as if it had never been smiled upon or shown wonder and joy, never felt love. Her silver hair billowed in the light, catching the moonlight’s reflection. She kicked her long, rough tail as she crested the surface. She laughed at the sight of the horrified onlookers, but the smile was one of a piranha and not a young woman, with pointed razor sharp teeth.
They caught the creature in their nets as she cried out into the night. The fishermen hit her on the head with a blunt ob
She turned towards the men, shouting and screaming a warning of the impending tsunami; she was trying to save the very men that had just tried to kill her. She shouted to them that she would help them and save them. The men could not understand what she was saying and continued thrashing against the nets. Without another thought the sea hag lunged for the net freeing the men from the potential watery grave. The men still did not understand that she wanted only to save them and to be accepted in the world so they began to stab her with the knives pulled from their side sheaths. Blood clouded the water; beautiful scarlet clouds surrounded the her as she floated in the water, dying from the wounds the men had caused. She slipped in to the dark shadows of the sea, her silvery hair somehow now as dark as the deepest depths of the ocean, the moonlight no longer reflecting off of it.
What is the moral of the story? Never judge someone by a physical appearance and never judge them without knowing their heart. The sea hag was a physically hideous looking creature but in the end she gave her own life to save those of the ones who wronged her and even then they didn’t look inward to the real beauty of her. We can kill people with our thoughtless actions.
Sometimes I feel like the sea hag and sometimes I feel like the fisherman; that is why I started this group. I sometimes see people being judged negatively based on nothing more than hearsay and jealousies. It gets tiring to continually have to defend and build others up for all the damage someone’s harsh words have done to them.
By:
fungirlmmm
Age:
41-45
,
Female
