Blackwater Islands whatever happened way back when

what wee catches could've once been seen in the tide pools had found new shelter, coming to crawl and burrow under the heavy cords of a stowaway on brink of consciousness.

sprawled as he was in the shallow, warm water, the nightingale looked most like a... well, either a clump of pallid seawater, or if the viewer were so familiar with the concept - a dirty mop.