There was once a ypung fisherman, the son of sons of fishermen. He loved the sea, the crash of the waves and the shifting tides. He lived at the shore. He loved to watch the sea by day, winter and summer, stormy and fair. His name was Urashima. At dawn he went out in his boat. He came home again at dusk. Sometimes the fishing was good, sometimes it was poor. If he had had his way he would never have kept the fish he caught. He'd have thrown them back in the water to live, for he thought the fish were beautiful.