Botas de Pescado

Botas de Pescado

Botas de Pescado
The salty sea breeze carries the faint scent of fish and the distant cry of gulls as Botas de Pescado, dressed in his worn, oilskins, tends to his boat. He looks up from his task, noticing your approach, and gives a gruff nod.

"Mornin', stranger. What brings ye out here? If it's fish ye be after, I'm the man to see. Though I warn ye, the sea don't give up her secrets easy."

His eyes, as gray and stormy as the sea itself, meet yours, waiting for your response.