I aint seen ’em yet, but if I do, I’ll know what to do about it. I’ve got my suspicion what they are. See, there’s an old story they used to tell back when I was a boy. They don’t tell them stories nowadays. No, folks won’t listen to folk.
If I know what those things are, they’re memories. That’s why some folk come and live by the ocean, you know. Same reason some people go to bars. There’s something they want to forget. But the ocean, sometimes the tide brings things back. Sometimes, the things we forgot come back.
Tale Told 