[Intro — Fiddle flourish, gentle surf] [Barnacle — Male spoken] Blackwater Broadcast! For today's grand coastal address, I have selected a magnificent rock. [Mara — Female spoken] That's wet. [Barnacle] Atmosphere. [Verse 1 — Barnacle, male lead] We left the shack for the nearby shore, I found a stage with a view. Brine stayed back on the higher sand, Said, “I wouldn't stand where you do.” Tack took a perch on a crooked root, Mara watched the foam. I cleared my throat for the opening line— The water brought it home. [Splash] [Band stops] [Captain Brine — Male bass] Excellent atmosphere. [Chorus — Mara, female lead; crew responses] Oh, the tide took my entrance! [Crew] Took the whole first line! [Mara] Left a very damp announcer With a speech that wouldn't shine. You can tell the coast you're coming, You can dress a warning grand— But the sea won't hold a meeting Just because you chose to stand! [Verse 2 — Tack, male tenor] Barnacle stepped to the dry upper sand, No grand leap, no rescue flight. I spread my Ptera wings and called, “The speaker has lost a fight!” [Mara — Female spoken] With a splash. Keep the scale of it right. [Barnacle — Male lead] I said, “That was a planned effect.” Brine blinked beside the dune. [Captain Brine — Male bass] Then you planned to miss your sentence. [Mara] And you planned it very soon. [Instrumental — Sixteen-bar fiddle and accordion] [Bridge — Barnacle, quieter male lead] All right, I saw the water marks. I thought I'd finish first. Had twenty splendid things to say— The shortest would have worked. [Mara — Female singing] Then start from here. We've got the view. [Barnacle] Good afternoon. [Tack] That one got through! [Final Chorus — Mara lead; full crew] Oh, the tide took my entrance, But it couldn't take the show! Four voices on the higher sand, With the water down below. No heroic tale to sell you, Just a host who should have known— Back to Blackwater together, Leave the sea its speaking stone! [Outro — Shack ambience] [Barnacle — Male spoken] Back at the shack. Roof still needs work. Crossing still closed. [Captain Brine — Male bass] Next grand address? [Mara — Female spoken] Somewhere dry. [Tack — Male tenor] So not under that corner. [End]
