“A sea marriage would be no marriage,” she answers, and with that she bid him good-day.
“Let your man never travel the sea,” he answers, “for I’ll destroy the ship from under his feet and leave him dead on a wave.”
He lepped down into the water and away with him from out of her sight.
The fisherman’s daughter never heard him out harping again, nor seen a sight of his face. And after a while she forgot the queer lad entirely. Didn’t she marry a farmer inland, and it was a comfortable life they enjoyed.
But a notion took himself that he’d prosper more in the States, for he was greedy for gold. He took passage for the two on a great big ship, and away with them from Ireland.
Not a long were they at sea before a sudden furl blast met the ship, and a wave twenty times as high as a house stood up over the deck and broke down. Every person was killed dead and smashed into the wood of the ship only the fisherman’s daughter. She felt the vessel sink down from under her and she looked up and seen a beautiful castle rise up on a rock on the sea.
The Earl’s son came past on a wave and he lifted her up by the hair of her head for to land her out on the rock.
The fisherman’s daughter lived in that place for fourteen years and she lamenting the lonesome hours of each day. She seen the wild gulls flying and whales and every sort sailing the waves. She took no delight in the jewels nor the dresses were stored in that house, and the Earl’s son of the sea allowed she grew ugly and old.
It happened one day he was travelling in other parts that herself seen a ship coming down, and she waved a white flag out the window.
A man came out from the ship in a small little boat, and who was it only her own brother Michael.