And so the child sank beneath the water; but, neither the beasts below nor the waves above would abide his hideous face and unwilling to feast upon or sustain the child, the waves cast him upon the shore, where laying alone and rejected the babe began to wail and cry for warmth and hunger.
And the day slipped into night and still the child lay upon the pebbles and sand alone. The gulls wheeled and turned away from him. The crabs and other scavengers turned aside when they looked upon his face. The dawn came and went time and again and even the breeze refused to roll up the beach. And so it went on until one day the daughter of the great sea god happened upon the boy while she was disguise as a great oyster. Having no eyes to be offended with, she bumped into the babe and took pity on the lonely naked child. Cradling him in the softness of her innards, she took him to the bottom of the sea and determined that she would raise him there as her own.
And so for many years the hideous one endured in the muck and mud, growing and learning from his foster mother. His skin and his heart took upon them the cold carapice of the the oyster from which he was suckled and weened. His body grew strong as swam in the great depths.
The sea princess knew though that this child would one day need to return to his own kind and he would need to learn to act of his own kind and so before he grew to his full youth, she took him up upon the land and, first removing from him the shell she taught him to grow, deposited him at a temple dedicated to her father, the god of the sea. Charging the monks and priests with the child's safety and training, she left. And the hideous faced child was abandonned again.
