Blackwater Islands let my bones be split apart

ingram prowls the shores of blackwater's main island like a soldier tasked with guarding the gates of the castle beyond. there is a simple sort of monotony to the task that ingram enjoys. as of late, plenty of strangers have washed up on their shores: spit out as rejects of the sea among the froth covered jetsam and flotsam.

the morning is all-but clear with a few scattered clouds, half crescent moon guiding him along the heightened tide. pieces of seashell scatters along the recede of each tide and ingram pauses for a moment to investigate, wondering if any of them might be useful to add to his small reading bones collection.