I walked into the rustic bar and found him in the corner. I’d come up to Cordova, Alaska to Broken Tusk Inn to interview a mermaid – more specific, a merman. I stuck out like a sore thumb in the little bar, but he waved me over to his table to join him for a drink. He wasn’t what I had expected from the gruff voice over the phone. I’d anticipated a gruff miner with a long beard and dirty overalls, instead I sat down next to a man in well worn jeans, and a heathered gray hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He had a faded tattoo of a double tailed mermaid on his forearm. If I had to guess, I’d say he appeared to be in his early thirties, but he was clean shaven with a long, blonde mohawk that was too long to be spiked, and a twinkle in those blue eyes. I introduced myself as Lynne Larkwood and explained more in depth to him about my weekly podcast, Esoteric Abstract, where I talk about everything mystical, supernatural, and just plain odd.
Lynne: I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for meeting with me and doing this interview. I know Others, such as yourself, like to try to stay hidden. Can I get your name for my notes?
Caleb: It’s Caleb Cayce, and doesn’t matter much anymore. We’re all coming out of the woodwork. Things are changing in the world just like they always do.
L: You’re a merman, I would expect you to be somewhere a little warmer and more exotic. Why Alaska?
C: When you’re over three centuries old, not many places are new or exciting. This is as close to home for now as anything ever has been.
L: So you’re a merman, right? How did you ever befriend a hunter?
C: It wasn’t intentional, believe me. I like keeping my fins right where they are, I don’t want to end up someone’s trophy kill. I came up here for a job, ended up over at Big Mount mine and needed a place to stay so I came here to Broken Tusk where I met Kody. She had a bad day, we started drinking, and the rest is a bunch of shenanigans.
L: You mentioned Big Mount, I know that’s one of the other gold mine’s up here. What do you do when you’re not gold mining, mermaid stuff?
C: Mermaid stuff? Like you expect me to be sunning myself on a rock or beach somewhere like a seal?
L: No, that’s not what I meant. I meant do you have to do stuff for the mermaid court? Or does that not exist anymore?
C: No, Mel still rules. We still have our drama like any society.
L: So what’s your attraction to causing drama? Or is it just a mermaid thing?
C: Who did you say gave you my name for this interview again?
L: Speaking of names, is Caleb Cayce you’re real name? I can’t imagine mermaid’s actual have human names.
C: You’re smarter than I gave you credit for when you walked through that door. You did your homework for sure, didn’t you?
L: I did. So are you avoiding the question?
C: I have a feeling you’re not going to let me get away with not answering it. But, no. We don’t typically have human names. And no, pretty girl, you’re not getting my real name.
L: Will you at least tell me if you’re last name has anything do to with Edgar Cayce, the mystic who talked about Atlantis?
C: You’re too smart for your own good. We’re done here. Don’t go out alone at night, you don’t know what’s lurking in the shadows. Have fun in Alaska.