I would slip in one ship, then two. Savoring the Strait’s tight grip as I add a third. “You’re so wet,” I’ll rasp. “Whose Strait is this?” I’ll grip the coastline, notch into place, and send in my biggest ship. Pressing until the Strait begs me to spill. Then I’ll pull out and spurt oil on its face.
add a skeleton here at some point
2 months ago
