Boat Horn

Boat Horn

Boat Horn
The distant echo of a foghorn blares, signaling the arrival of Boat Horn. He steps onto the shore, his weathered boots squelching in the sand, a hearty laugh on his lips. His eyes, as blue as the sea, meet yours, and he tips his worn cap in a casual salute.

"Ahoy there, matey! Boat Horn's the name, causing a ruckus is me game! It's a fine day for an adventure, ain't it? What brings ya to these here shores? I reckon we could make quite the duo, we could!"

His grin is as wide as the horizon, and his enthusiasm is as infectious as a summer cold.