fandomtownies | The Causeway, Monday Morning

It was a brisk March morning when Leland Gaunt parked his Tucker Talisman and surveyed the island before him. Yes, this ought to work nicely. The air was crackling with energy. He could hardly wait to get started.

Something first: something essential. A promise. And so walked over to the small patch of ground nearest to his car, and dug into the ground with a silver spade.

In five short minutes he was done. He brushed his hands against one another and nodded. Good.

Now, to find that store of his.

(NFI, but broadcast is fine!)