“Grandpa, why doesn’t anyone ever go there?” The rough beard was moving in the salty wind.
“There,” he pointed to the black horizon, staying rooted in the sand. “Did anyone go there?”
“No one wants to lose their soul in the land between the worlds. Your father went closest. It’s the price for the heavy nets with unnamed fish. Wonderful fish … pure gold … Hmm … not even fish go beyond. Not even the big ones … Then he knew he would be the one. Yes … it’s been a long time since then.”