The subtle touch of a flame-spitting combustion nozzle, much like that of a high-pressure geyser tube sucking water from the bay, is remarkably adept at clearing away cobwebs, cleansing the immediate environment, and encouraging non-paying customers to move it right along.
Posts published in “Gangplank”
11:32 am On a Tuesday Clockhaven, NB “Goose-tahv seven-dicks.” Junie squinted at the paper she was holding. “That can’t be right. Is that right? Am…
Once the crate was securely on the raft, Malus pushed off and navigated through the warren of flooded tunnels under Clockhaven. Milo was glad that…
(Continued from The Order) If Milo was surprised when the Squire roused him before dawn, he was even more surprised to find him in the…
It grated on Milo that Brother Malus wanted to be called “Squire.” They had come up through the cathedral school just the same, but there…
Following a long morning in the City Hall archives, Junie repaired to the bustling comfort of The Gangplank during the busy lunch rush. Longshoremen, deck…
Bad news. When I saw the pretty girl in the bar again last night, I decided to recite my poem. I only got as far…
I am writing this entry at the desk in my apartment above The Gangplank Public House, where I am now officially a bartender. I have…
