I never knew that we were Seal Clan until my nephew was born.
You know the story. One full moon night the fisherman sees the seal-maidens come up onto the beach. They step out of their seal-skins and dance as naked maidens in the moonlight.
The fisherman steals the skin of the youngest. When her sisters return to the sea, she cannot join them. So she goes home with him and becomes his wife.
But years later, one full moon night, she finds her seal-skin again, hidden away in a chest, and not even her love for her children can keep her from going back.
And that's where certain families get their webbed feet from.
Seeing my newborn sister-son's toe-webbing, the aunts said: Oh he has it too, and then I heard the stories.