Under where?

Under there. That's where I keep the stone. Where the stone keeps.



Needless to say, the stone will never come between me and a passing ship. It's not that kind of stone.

And if a dream brings a salty wind ashore, or a salty wind brings a dream, the stone is too far inland.

Don't count on the stone to notice.

Don't count on the stone to care.

Stones don't.