One day over the coast of England, puffins lined the coast in search of handouts. Fish swam joyfully through the waters, basking in the sun and relaxing in the shade.
A magnificent ship tugged through the waters, a large fishing boat coming in with its last haul. Boarded on it was a young fisherboy named Edward. He was overjoyed to be on his first fishing trip, even if it did only last for a few hours.
The sailors were singing a song in unison as if they'd sung it a thousand times: "I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue. And it's hey to the starboard, heave hooooooo. Look out, lad, a lady be waitin' for you in mysterious places to go."
Edward's dog, Merlin, was loyally at his side as usual. "Isn't this great? The salty sea air, the wind blowing in your face . . . a perfect day to be at sea!" Edward shouted to the sailors below him, his voice full of enthusiasm.
"It's a great day today, it is. The wizards must be in a good mood," one sailor agreed.
Edward was confused. "Wizards?" Edward was a muggle-born wizard, and he didn't know of any other wizards around. The sailor was a muggle and he wasn't even supposed to know about wizards.
The sailor, named Marino, nodded. "Why, they cast their magic and spawn fish for us to eat. I thought every good sailor knew about them."
"Wizards! Edward, pay no attention to this fantasy nonsense," another sailor protested.
"But it ain't nonsense, it's the truth! I'm tellin' you, they live under the streets," Marino replied, accidentally dropping a struggling fish back into the ocean.
"Heave, ho. Heave, ho. In mysterious places to go!" the sailors' song ended.
