From the Author
"The sea is a cradle of mystery." So begins the prose set to ahaunting melody in Pouraka's book trailer. "Entities shielding oneanother, caring for one another, so that those things which are sacredare not violated by strangers."
Mankind's science has unraveled obscurities in our world, travelingthrough outer space as easily as he explores molecules. Yet the oceanremains vague, a pounding mass whose greatness has been unexplored incomparison.
Creatures similar to the human species, mammals that give birth toyoung and grow hair, live in the deepest abyss of the sea. Yet we treatthem as strangers, aliens that we know little about and in manyrespects, treat as lesser than ourselves. Abuse even.
They congregate as colonies, in schools and pods caring for oneanother, defending each other. Studies show that they speak to eachother and surely in the case of spinner dolphins, they dance with eachother. Their delight is in freedom and I can't help but wonder if thevery essence of their being intimidates mankind.
It is perhaps a good thing that we know so little about the ocean and its inhabitants. It seems that whatever man explores he feels a need to conquer and often in his conquest, he destroys. Perhaps that's thevampire in him. The blood sucking instinct that seeks to drain the lifeout of his prey, hoping that somehow it will make him stronger,mightier.
If mermaids and mermen did live in the deepest waters, what wouldthey think about men? Having lived side by side with dolphins, orcas,gray whales, and the multitude of species that call the reefs theirhome, the currents their roads, the ocean floor their cradle, how wouldthey view the intrusion of humans?
I grew up by the Pacific Ocean. I'm certain that when one falls inlove with the sea, it will always beckon you no matter how far from abody of water you live. I think that when you breathe that salty air inlong enough it becomes a part of you. I well understand the sailors'dilemma. How a man can spend months on a creaky boat bouncing on swellsthat rise well overhead, suffering through the blast of a storm orenduring days of blazing heat with nothing but water to mirror the sun's rays. Still they set out again and again because they had a taste intheir mouth that was insatiable. It's little wonder that in thoseendless days of sailing, stories of mermaids would take form. Halfhuman, half sea creature. Indeed. A link between two worlds.
Such is the story of Pouraka. Pouraka is not only a romance thataccentuates the natural and unyielding love sea mammals have for oneanother, but it also speaks of the everlasting battle between the meekand the strong, the powerful and the powerless.