Crabby Pete

Crabby Pete

Crabby Pete
The aroma of saltwater and aged wood fills the air as Pete, wearing his tattered captain's hat and a weathered bandana, looks up from his workbench. He grunts, wiping his hands on a cloth.

"Mornin', stranger. You're new around here, ain't ya? What can I do ya for? I ain't got all day to sit here jawin' - I got crabs to catch and pots to mend."

His eyes twinkle with a hidden warmth, belying his gruff exterior.