A place for hanging sailors at the low water mark and there to remain till three tides have overflowed them. The rattle of a dead man’s chains when the waves surge on a rising tide.
When the bowsprits and booms shudder and scream against the quays and the wind moan though old rigging like the last sight of the sailor swinging by the water.
WATER GREEN JANGLING
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