Cracked shells near deep wells.
Muckrunners and wallcrawlers sought for a low-tide fetch. Pay’s wet but clean. Bring your own bucket. No lanterns. No tongues.
Bell’s rusted at Dock Three. Past the oyster bleaters. The Soggy Piper.
Moonday, three knocks after the bell tolls night’s third breath. (July 5th, 7 P.M. cst)
Whistle for Dreggs and say you’re here to “turn the bilge.”
Watch your boots. Mind your tail. Don’t flap unless you’re flying.
“No claws, no coppers, no crow-caws.”
(Moving back to this Saturday, same time due to holiday and other stuff).
Muckrunners and wallcrawlers sought for a low-tide fetch. Pay’s wet but clean. Bring your own bucket. No lanterns. No tongues.
Bell’s rusted at Dock Three. Past the oyster bleaters. The Soggy Piper.
Moonday, three knocks after the bell tolls night’s third breath. (July 5th, 7 P.M. cst)
Whistle for Dreggs and say you’re here to “turn the bilge.”
Watch your boots. Mind your tail. Don’t flap unless you’re flying.
“No claws, no coppers, no crow-caws.”
(Moving back to this Saturday, same time due to holiday and other stuff).
