The sea knows stories. She has so many to tell that one wonders if she isn't making some up. We don't always listen to them because some of them scare us. The sea lends itself with complacency to the romantic or the tragic. She's like life, she has a penchant for drama, she doesn't talk about herself, just what she sees and the news that the rivers and the shores carry. She knows what makes us come and go, what goes in and out, what is bought and sold, the daring of sailors and the fate of the lost. She's seen it all, since the time she's been watching us move. She knows a lot about the world and about us, as well as about the manners, customs and journeys of the aquatic creatures she shelters. Does she suspect that she is playing the lead role in the movies and books that feed our fantasies? Are these Sea Stories true? They tell of captains, ships and harbors, fishermen and adventurers, sailors and reckless men, the uprooted and the indigenous, distant lands and shipwrecks. We have to listen to hear about the good and bad fortunes of the men whom the sea entrusts to the wind, while she keeps the secret of the abyss and the sex of the islands to herself.