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i Think getting lost Out at Sea would fix anything Wrong with me… just Letting my Body sink Down to the ocean floor… calming
JOURNAL OF THE LIGHTHOUSE STATION AT CACHALOT COVE
[[ log 83]]
~Rainy Conditions All Day~
~Wind Speeds Up to 25 km/h~
Time of writing this log is 2259
Duties done at the station:
𓇼 Fog Watch
𓇼 Mail Check
𓇼 Winding of the Clockworks A little bit of an unfortunate situation happened today. It has been windy practically all of last night, and this led to a fairly large tree branch to fall onto the main road towards the station. Thankfully, the telephone lines weren't affected, so I was able to let the Coast Guard know of the situation. It took them a while to arrive and fix what had happened, and I was unable to preform my morning tour. Other than that, everybody is thankfully safe.
It is also the day of Pi, which means that I can eat pie? I was a little bit confused, but one of the people on my tour helped me understand that this is what humans call a joke, a “play on words.” How do you play with words? I have no clue.
Even though it was more gloomy weather, a nice cup of black tea sure helped as well as a slice of pie made by the local bakery.
May the Seas Guide You~~
There was a dark haired woman in one of the buildings. Her hair was really pretty, and she was singing to her infant child (I couldn’t make out the lyrics. They were muffled like she was singing into an old radio). Osborne’s eyes grew blurry and wet when he heard it. I remember he sat at the pier the rest of that afternoon with one of the olde codgers that would sit and smoke. And a little girl with braids named Greta ran along the pier. She had a checkered dress of blue and white and her braids were completely perfect. She was laughing when she’d run along too.
I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)
1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.
2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.
3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.
4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.
5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.
6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.
7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.
