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Along the coast of Massachusetts was rumored a lot about Enoch Conger. Some of them are discussed only in whispers and with great caution. As strange rumors circulate throughout the coast, broadcast by men of the sea port of Innsmouth, neighbors, and he lived a few miles further south, at Cape Falcon. That name is because there in the migration times, you can see peregrine falcons, merlins and even the major bigwigs fly that narrow neck of land that juts into the sea. Enoch Conger lived there, until you see him again, because nobody can say he is dead.
was strong chest and broad shoulders, long arms and muscular. Despite not being an old man, wore a beard, and crowned his head a very long hair. Her blue eyes were sunk in a square face. When wearing his raincoat man of the sea, with matching hat, looked like an ocean schooner landed some centuries old. He was a taciturn man. He lived alone in the house of stone and wood that he had built where he could feel the wind blowing and hear the voices of the gulls, the terns, air and sea, and from where he could watch the flight of large birds migrants on their journeys to distant lands. It was said of him that he understood them, who spoke with the gulls and terns, with the wind and the pounding sea, and even with other invisible beings, however, emitted in strange tones, similar to some great sounds dumb amphibian animals, unknown in the swamps and marshes of the earth.
Conger living from fishing, and although it was scarce, it was enough. By day and night threw their nets into the sea, what led him to Innsmouth drew to Kingsport, or even further, to sell. But one night they saw him only Innsmouth, fishing brought nothing and stood with wide eyes, amazed, as if he had been looking a long time the sun and had gone blind. On the outskirts of the city, entered one of the pubs where I used to go, sat on a chair, alone, and began to have a beer. Some were curious accustomed to seeing approached their table to drink with him, until under the influence of alcohol began to babble. But he spoke as if he did for himself, and his eyes did not seem to see anyone.
said he had seen something wonderful that night. He had taken his boat to Devil Reef, situated more than a mile from Innsmouth, where he had cast his net. Yes, he had taken many fish, but in his network had something more, something that was a woman, who, however, was not, something he talked like a human being, but with the throaty tone and a frog with accompaniment of flute music like that, the spring months, is heard in the swamps, something that had a large cut, deep and wide, instead of a mouth, but an infinite tenderness in his eyes, something that had been under long hair falling on his head, as gill slits, something that she begged and begged to let him return to the bottom of the sea, something he promised to change his own life if I ever needed.
-A Mermaid, "one said with a laugh.
"It was a siren Enoch Conger said," because it had legs, but the toes were webbed like those of, and had hands, although his fingers were like those of his feet, and the skin of his face was like mine, although his body was the color of the sea.
They laughed at him, but he would not listen. Only one of them laughed, for he had heard the old men and women of Innsmouth have a very strange story, dating back to the days of clipper ships and trade with the East Indies. According to these elders, in those days some weddings were held Innsmouth men and women of the South Pacific islands, spoke after strange events in the sea near Innsmouth. That man did not laugh, just listened, paused and then left, without being attached to the mocking laughter of his companions. But Enoch Conger did not notice him, nor realized that it had provoked laughter. He continued his story, he explained how he had lifted the creature of the networks in their arms, described the feeling you had been in contact with his skin cold and the texture of his body, told how he had come loose, how was swimming and diving between the rocks of Devil Reef, how was appearing again, lifting his arms one last time up and disappear forever.
After that night, Enoch Conger recently returned to tavern. When he came was to sit alone and avoid those who asked him for his "Mermaid" and wanted to know if he had made some proposals before her free. Also proved taciturn, spoke little, drank his beer and left. The only thing I knew was that it did not fish near Devil's Reef, which threw their networks in some other place close to Cape Falcon. Although it was rumored that he feared to see the strange thing that had caught in their nets that night, he was seen frequently at the tip of the narrow neck of land, standing, facing the sea, as if expecting to see a boat show the horizon, or the morning round and never ever comes to future seekers and even for many men, whatever they expect and ask of life.
Enoch Conger became increasingly introverted and he had been a regular customer of the tavern of Innsmouth, eventually appear no more there. Was limited to bringing fish to market and hurried home with the supplies needed. Meanwhile, the story of his siren was spread throughout the coast and inland to Arkham and Dunwich, the Miskatonic, and even beyond, into the black, bushy hills where people lived less inclined to take a joke these things.
A year passed, and another and another, and one night came the news that Innsmouth Enoch Conger had been seriously wounded during his solitary fishing. Two fishermen had seen him lying on his passing boat and had been rescued. Cape home as the Hawk was the only place where I wanted to go, brought him there, before going quickly for Dr. Gilman of Innsmouth. When they returned to the house of Enoch Conger, accompanied by the doctor, the old fisherman was missing.
Dr. Gilman failed to communicate their views, but the two fishermen who had brought him whispering and told he wanted to hear the unique story. They talked about the high humidity prevailing in the home, the countless drops of water slid along the walls, hanging from the doorknob and soaked the bed where they had left Enoch Conger, before exiting for the doctor. They spoke of wet footprints left on the ground for about webbed feet. Those tracks were very deep along its entire length from the house to the sea, as if a great weight, as large as that of Enoch Conger, had been taken by those feet, forced to sink into the ground at every step to leave the distinct impression of your drawing.
the world of what happened. But people laughed at the fishermen, because there was only a single line of footprints, and Enoch Conger was a man too heavy for someone could carry it all that way. Dr. Gilman had not made any comment, except that he had seen webbed feet in some inhabitants of Innsmouth, but the fingers of Enoch Conger, who had been considered at one time, were normal and not webbed. Some onlookers were at the house of Cape Falcon to see if they could discover something new. But returned disappointed. They saw nothing, and joined in making fun of the unfortunate fishermen. After some time, those two poor men were reduced to silence, and there were those who dropped the suspicion that they were the ones who caused the disappearance of Enoch Conger and had invented the story to cover up their actions. This rumor spread to other places.
Wherever he has gone, Enoch Conger did not return home from Cape Falcon. The wind and weather destroyed it at will, pulled a table here and there, wore down the chimney bricks, smashed windows and collapsed the roof. The gulls, swallows and hawks that flew not hear again the voice that, at one time, he had answered. Little by little, to Along the coast, the rumors surrounding the murder were silenced, but there were some signs dark, while ruling out any possibility of murder, suggested in a phenomenon far more frightening and inexplicable.
One day when the venerable Jedediah Harper, patriarch of the fishermen of the coast, went ashore with his men, he swore he saw near Devil's Reef a strange group of creatures that swam. These beings, he said, were not human at all, or not frogs, they were amphibious creatures that crossed the water and half the style of human beings and half as frogs were a group of more forty, and were males and females. It had been close to his boat and glittered in the moonlight, like spectral beings from the depths of the Atlantic. Dagon seemed to be singing a song of praise. And among them, yes, part of the same group, had seen Enoch Conger, swimming with the other, naked like them, and joining his voice to theirs in the song of praise. Stunned, he had called, Enoch had turned to face him, and had seen his face. After all, as Enoch Conger. were submerged beneath the waves and did not see them again.
They say that, having spoken so much, the old man was reduced to silence by members of the clans Marsh and Martin, it was said, were related to some inhabitants of the sea. Harper did not return the boat out to sea, the old no longer had to make a living, nor men who had formed the crew.
was a long time until one day a young man, who had spent his childhood and remembered Innsmouth Enoch Conger, return to the port of this city and told how he, with his son small, had gone to paddle in the moonlight. Had passed the Cape Falcon when suddenly, just behind his boat so close that had been touching him with a paddle, there was the naked torso of a man in the waves. Remained in the water as if others, who could not see, you were holding below. His face, the face of Enoch Conger, turned to the Cape Falcon and seemed to look with nostalgia the house was still there in ruins. Water dripped from his long hair, beard, and slipped on his dark body, her skin, below the ears, was like two big balls. And then, as strange as it had appeared suddenly disappeared, plunging into the sea. Along the coast of Massachusetts near Innsmouth, rumored many things about Enoch Conger, and others quietly hint ...
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