Dusk cleared the beach at the edges of the Golden Coast. Rocks and tide pools  appeared with the low tide. Farther out just past the rocks in deeper was the Golden Hind,  quietly relaxed in the water. From here the pirate Francis Drake watched the highrises alight and the evening life start to wake.  This was her favorite spot. She could just sit back, maybe fish and have a beer with a clear vie-- what was that?  A glitter of color at the surface, a head, a tail?  A mermaid? It moved and so did the captain, nearly hanging off the boat’s rails.