THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE BRIG DAGGERSHARK
YEARS UPON YEARS AGO
“ Do you think she knows? “
It was barely audible against the wind and the waves, the flap of their garments and clatter of windchimes. They were of driftwood here at the pier, once painted to reflect the colours belongst to...
The beam of moonlight coming in through the four-paned window was of the deepest blue, lending everything it touched a radiant, electric halo. Staring at the ceiling in the night, he could almost pretend he was underwater — somewhere deep and far away, the particles of dust swimming like...
“ We’ll stop her here! Quick about it! “
To the beat, where had for the past hour been the roar of a shroud engine and splash of paddle wheels, now were but the caw of gulls and the soft splish of rippling water. In the air of an all too clear, perfect day, terns mingled with their louder avian...
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