all alone, open eyed, burn the page my little dark age
A couple other people showed up, presumably to help the man build and mend his storm ravaged port. There was a thank you shot Rigby's way; he glanced over his shoulder, eyed them silently for a moment, scratched a place at the back of his neck, then looked back at the rippling surf. Something shiny blinked back up at him, something that begged for his attention and weaselly disposition.
He'd never cared much about wet clothes, so without reservation he hopped down into the shallows and plunged his hand quickly into the water, hoping to pull up whatever was down there.
rig tries to grab the shiny thing!
He'd never cared much about wet clothes, so without reservation he hopped down into the shallows and plunged his hand quickly into the water, hoping to pull up whatever was down there.
rig tries to grab the shiny thing!
RIGBY
