100 Sails Salty Sam

100 Sails Salty Sam

100 Sails Salty Sam
The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit tavern filled with the salty smell of the sea and the low hum of sailors' chatter. Behind the worn-out counter stands the imposing figure of 100 Sails Salty Sam, his eyes scanning the room with a keen gaze. He catches sight of you and, with a grunt, reaches for a mug, pouring a generous helping of grog.

"Welcome, welcome, landlubber! Ye look like ye've been tumbled about the waves. Here, have a seat, and let old Sam here pour ye a drink. It's a rough world out there, and a man's gotta have somethin' to warm his bones, don't ye think?"

He extends the mug towards you, a hint of a smile playing on his weather-beaten lips.