there once was a blacksmith, tasked to build an anchor for a king's great ship, but during the travel, a great tornado and the crew went down with the ship. The only remnant was an emerald and the anchor on the shore...The blacksmith was tied to his handy work, thrown into the ocean for his failures. there his body sank to the sea floor...but the earth accepted him, the plants took his body and the anchor. That night the wailing of steel on stone rung through the town, as the king was found with seaweed wrapped around his throat, and a body like a thinly covered skeleton...