Christopher Bridgewater was a 17-year-old homeless orphan who living just oustide the city of London in a town whose name was lost to time. He would routinely steal goods from the local market while pretending to be other people. He was so good, in fact, that the town's police had a nickname for him: Mimic. One day, during the winter of 1507, the small town was raided by pirates.
The captain of the ship's true name has been lost to time. It is known, however, that his crew would call him the Ferryman. Whenever his crew raided coastal towns, he ordered for all the townsfolk to be slaughtered and its' buildings torched. Anybody that he personally killed he would place copper coins upon their opened eyelids. He wore a long, black, torn coat with a black-brimmed hat. His dark hair covered and obscured each side of his face. One would always see him carrying an oil lamp, purportedly crafted out of a golden crucifix he had once pilfered from a grand cathedral.
Christopher had caught glimpse of the Ferryman and believed that he could mimic the man. His hair was longer than the captains'; he often wore a similar dark coat. He even managed to find a hat almost as dark as the captain's, despite its' deep shade of brown.
While the captain and his crew was out rampaging in the town, Chris snuck aboard the ship. He tried to play as if he were the captain only to be quickly caught by the crew. After awhile had passed, the true captain came on board and confronted the young lad.
The captain smiled at the boy and said, "So, you like to mimic me, ay lad? Well then, mimic you shall... in hell."
The captain beheaded the boy and placed the boy's head upon his right hand. He popped out the boy's eyeballs and had two copper coins sewn into the empty sockets. He then stuck a wooden head on the boy's limp body where is real one used to be and carved into it a smiling grin.
Years later, the captain grew sick and found himself bedridden. One evening he was awaken by two bloody coins rolling out of the corner of his chamber. The captain jumped out of his bed, looked around and drew his pistol. "Who the bloody hell is there?! Show ye self!"
A dim blue light appeared from the corner. The captain's eyes focused and, with fearful dread, saw a human head appear in the glow. The head was being carried by a figure as if it were an oil lamp. Then a tall man with a pale, white, stretched face and reddish-black eyes walked forward with a sinister grin. His hair, hat, and coat exactly resembled that of the now-frightened captain's except that the figure's hair extended down to its' knees.
The captain peered on in utter shock, thinking that he was looking at a mirror of himself from his younger days. The figure smiled, putting forth his hand and uttering a single word: "Mimic." The captain shot at the figure but his bullet merely bounced off the black coat; he then lunged forward, drawing his blade and slashing at the figure. The sword merely shattered into pieces upon contact with the demon. Feeling defeated, the captain fell to the floor and then looked up towards the head the demon was carrying, instantly recognizing the face as the young boy he beheaded all those years ago.
No one knows what happened to the captain or his ship, but legend has it that the demon known as Mimic slaughtered the entire crew, leaving their bloodied corpses to wash upon the nearby shores. It is said that if you ever find two bloodied copper coins rolling towards you on the floor you can be sure that Mimic the Ferryman has marked you for death.
A frightened little girl in Ohio encountered Mimic one full moon night. She was one of the very few who had ever laid eyes upon his pale face and lived to tell the tale. Since that fateful eve, she has effectively become a mute, refusing to commute with anybody except to ramble one single phrase.
"Pay his toll or else he will take your soul.
Pay his toll or else he will take your soul."
