Sleep does not come easily to the harbor. Even at two in the morning there is a restlessness fretting the ships on the green water. The whistles still blow, but their sound is melancholy and weary, and the lights along the shore begin to blink their good nights. In one of the harbors darkening taverns, sleep will be forgotten for some time. Its solitary customer, an ancient sea captain rests heavily against the bar. Within him burns a tale, and he will not rest until it is told...