➤ Alias: The Fisherman Who Smelled the Sea
➤ Origin: Whitstable, 1980s
Before Captivity:
Harry came from a long line of fishermen and lived by strict sea-lore—never whistle aboard, always return the first catch, never take what glimmers. He was gruff but deeply kind, with three sons and a dog-eared copy of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. In the late 1980s, he hauled up a strange silver-scaled fish that blinked at him. When he touched it, the sea rose up and swallowed him.
In Faylinn:
Harry was consumed by a god-fish, a massive sea-being whose body was a realm of its own. Inside its belly, he lived among shipwrecks, coral gardens, and the bones of other lost sailors. Time moved in tide-like pulses. His body was slowly adapted to survive there—lungs thickened, skin toughened, senses dulled except for hearing, which sharpened. He became a gutwalker, trudging through a living maze of the creature’s insides, until it finally spit him out.
After Return:
He washed ashore years later, unchanged by mortal time but never dry. His skin is always damp, and no amount of bathing or scrubbing can remove the scent of salt, seaweed, and fish. He cannot eat cooked food, only raw seafood, and sometimes mutters in a language made of whale-song. He lives alone now, away from the sea, but it still whispers to him.
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