It has depths for capital, fluid with entitlement to lap over any foreign shores. What will this buy in the ebb and flow of need and desire? Cheap notice boards warn from public beaches: Beware Man O’War. We have been here so many times before – examining a notion of the tidal – and what’s left behind to mark a line isn’t debris but darkness. Awash, Awash – the kingdoms for being awash with moolah, not molluscs. How this sea oscillates and facilitates. Many have been drowned and many have been rescued: the money that flips its coin. Those relentless waves of invasion.