That Other Place
The Frog Prince
Of the skiffboat captains who ply their thin, speedy crafts between the waves along the coast of Na, there is one whom only gold can buy. He’s thin, cold, distant, tall, and stooped under a gravity that seems unfamiliar; but he has never lost a ship, and never arrived in port a day later than he predicted. And then there is his appearance; mottled gray and green, long-jointed, with a deep croak of a voice. Perhaps he is partly fish demon; they and he seem to have an understanding. Perhaps he is cursed; the sailors and veteran captains of Na refer to him at all times as “The Frog Prince”. Or maybe he is neither, and hails from a place as distant as from the sea bottom to the stars.