[The Drifter makes it back to the beach soon after, plus several wooden crates being towed in with purple lengths of twine. They watch impassively as each box gets reeled in, before crouching swiftly to cleave the lid off the first of the latest haul.
Their eyes narrow slightly. There's nothing at all inside that one but scraps of some sort of long-decayed fabric.]
no subject
Their eyes narrow slightly. There's nothing at all inside that one but scraps of some sort of long-decayed fabric.]
:\