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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 28m

These lodgings is more ramshackle than any shanty boy’s camp I ever seen. The queen of England’s own fancy housekeeper couldn’t do no better than what I done, ‘cause I tell you, I scrubbed this here place twice over, sir and--

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 58m

Now look here, I ain’t never intended to be no housewife nor slave in takin’ this job. It ain’t right!

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 1h

How dare y’contree’dict me, y’dog--

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 2h

You git some kinda peart outta molestin’ me?

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 5h

I mopped and swept. Twice over, sir.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 8h

You’ve been neglecting yer duties, lad!

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 10h

Pay me no mind, lad. None. Fix us up some coffee. Long night ahead.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 11h

Best y’leave ‘em be. Bad luck to kill a sea bird.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 13h

He notioned St. Elmo did cast his very fire into it. Salvation, said he.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 13h

Aye, went mad, he did. First a strangeness. A quietude. Then wild fancies struck him. Ravin’ ‘bout sirens, merfolk, bad omens and the like. In the end, no more sense left in him than a hen’s tooth. He believed there were some enchantment in the light.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 14h

A damn fine sea farin’ man, he were.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 15h

What... Why’d yer last keeper leave?

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 16h

Curse me if there ain’t an old tar spirit somewheres in ye, lad.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 17h

Doldrums. Eviler than the Devil. Boredom makes men to villains... And the water goes quick, lad... vanished. And what’s the answer? What be the cure? The only med’cine is drink. Drink, lad! Keeps them sailors happy, keeps ‘em agreeable, keeps ’em calm, keeps em–-

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 18h

We were on the breaks -- a mutiny it were. And why, ask ye? Why? What’s the terrible part of the sailor’s life ask ye, lad? T’ain’t Cap’n, workin’ ‘em double-tide. Nay, no. ‘Tis when the workin’ stops when yer twixt wind and water. Doldrums.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 18h

Y’ain’t. Y’ain’t. Aye, the Chicopee, a fine-un, she were. Clean-built and trig-lookin’! None more fleet in ‘64 than she...

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 20h

Ah, find some chirk in ye, lad. Now is the time for gab and chatter. Y’best be enjoying it. Come a fortnight and the brace of us’ll be wantin’ to be ever silent as the tomb. Even to clap eyes on each other... It’ll make y’hotter than hell!

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 21h

Should pale death with treble dread make the ocean caves our bed, God who hear'st the surges roll, deign to save the suppliant soul.

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The Lighthouse (2019) @thelighthouse-2019.bsky.social · 14/10/2026

Then see to the rest of yer duties. Yer behindhand already.

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