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 tagged as “the 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…
(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…
She heard the door open and then close, but at the busiest time of day Junie didn’t have time to look and see who it…
Standing at the counter in the New Babbage Free Press office, Junie stood and re-read for about the hundredth time the ad she was about…
A lively night at the Gangplank tonight over a bottle of Plank Punch (no matter what Jed says). We even had some visitors that wandered…
