“I thought it was the captain left me behind,” said Jopson. His eyes were clear as they had ever been, his cheeks smooth. Death had done well by him—or perhaps he himself had risen up and found, in the first place, a mirror. “Turns out it was just you, sir.”
Or: the final days of Edward Little.
RETURN of the evil crozier-centric joplittle. NOW WITH TWICE AS MANY GHOSTS




















