There comes a day in every shantyboat’s life when the accumulated cruft must be held accountable.
Today was that day.
Every object not nailed down faced trial. Some were redeemed. Others were detained indefinitely. A few were possibly innocent but didn’t make a strong enough case. Justice is complicated.
What matters is that Dotty now breathes easier. Labeled bins. Space to move. A sense of order returning after years of slow entropy.
We’re not saying it was emotional—but certain members of the crew got misty over a coil of rope.
We’ll say this: the court was fair, if stern. And Dotty is ready for the next phase.
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