Far to the north, in a land called Orkney, a man of the fisher-folk lived in peace. He lived in a hamlet forgotten in time, and worked at the docks mending sails and burning kelp, as would a man of his station in the winter months. One day, in the cold, wintertide months, when the Mither o’ the sea is weakest, the man, named Mawnus was walking home when he heard a whisper say “Don’t cross any water, thou WILL DROWN!!”

“Blasted Crap!!!” screamed Mawnus, “The Nuckelavee!!!!” He was terrified at the appearance of the monster, which looked like this:

The Nuckelavee swayed to “meet” Mawnus. Mawnus sprinted to a freshwater loch, hoping that the myth that freshwater would stop the Nuckelavee from catching him was true. He dove in the loch, swimming to the other side, and looked up. The monster was gone. He sighed in relief, and fainted.