Wheeling Gull Isle now i think it's high time you lie down and bleed

The topic was swept away by the rising tide; good. Maude's mood lightened slightly, though she was still peeved. She wondered if it would end similarly to another conversation she had by the shore. A small smirk alighted on her face as she thought back to the encounter, but it too was swept away. Wot. She deadpanned. Murgash's Island? She was pretty sure that wasn't the name. Since when d'ye own this island, eh? I've lived 'ere 'fore yew did.