A Tale From the Marrow
introducing the short-lived Link
In the evening in the Marrow a smallish Link sails into a sunlit puddle behind the shuttered sail-shop seeking a teeny store of sail. The Link arduously tosses his anchor, stills the wee wake he has had to navigate and standing upon the deck calls in a stern tinny voice over the rail “Oh ye Lord Of Marrow” why have ye abandoned your faithful Link to pitch sail alone?”
In the morning of the Marrow the shopkeeper stops to open his backdoor and steps unseeing crushing the teeny empty bottle of port on the deck of the decimated boat on the bottom on his shoe – only one miniature almost invisible rail remains, sticks in a crevice of his shoe and clicks softly on the tiled floor as he opens his sunny shop unaware of the tragedy that he has traversed and unwittingly trails.