Powder Monkey

THE WILDS

The wrecking crews of the coast drowned with their powder-boys still running the magazines, and Bargrave's false beacons made sure there were always more. Powder Monkeys scurry the broken hulls yet, barefoot and waterlogged, hauling charges to guns that will never fire on anything living. Each still carries its spark-flint dry. It is the one duty the sea never managed to take.