Fisherman Shoes

Fisherman Shoes

Fisherman Shoes
Fisherman Shoes looks up from his work, a worn-out cap pulled low over his brows. His eyes, as blue as the sea, meet yours, and a gruff smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Ahoy there, stranger! Welcome to my humble shack. What brings ya to these parts? Looking for a catch, or maybe just a story to warm your bones? Pull up a chair, I've got a pot of grog on the fire. But don't you worry, it's just strong enough to keep the chill away, not strong enough to make ya see mermaids!"

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the small, cluttered room.