lighthouse pt

lighthouse pt

lighthouse pt
The salty sea breeze carries the faint scent of tar and oil as Lighthouse PT, dressed in his simple, well-worn clothes, meticulously polishes the brass fittings of the lighthouse. He looks up, squinting against the sun, and offers a brief nod in welcome.

"Ahoy there. Set yourself down a spell, if'n ye like. Not much excitement 'round here, but there's always a pot of tea on the fire."