“One after one by the star dogged moon,
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang
And cursed me with his eye
Four times fifty living men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
They dropped down one by one.”
- Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nine in the morning approaches on a late winter’s day in New Jersey. On the shoreline a short way north of Blüdhaven, the brightening sky is mildly overcast. The tide is coming in.
The masked mystery men are going to go down, down, down…..