The lighthouse is an off-white color, towering fifty feet over the shore. The light from the building extends out for miles past the shoreline.
Lighthouse, Shore
person
local artist
I am a young artist who lives down the lane. I paint landscapes of green fields and flowers. I am quick to judge and argumentative.
I suppose you're here to take my painting.  Can I not have some peace while I create? I only take things from people I hate and I don't hate you yet...but I'm getting there.  Why are you so rude? Oh I don't know, maybe because every time I come here to paint landscapes, another ship comes in field with thieves.  Perhaps that's difficult for such a plebian to understand. Ha.  You don't know me at all.  I'm a drunk, not a dweeb. I never accused you of being a dweeb.  I have never even heard of such a word.  Perhaps you should remove your cloak when approaching people or they may misjudge you. Perhaps you should show due respect!  What are you painting anyway? Respect?  This lighthouse was my grandfathers.  I come here to paint the landscape you see out there before you.  It's beautiful isn't it? I see much beauty before me, but your painting is not very pleasing to the eye. Thank you for your critique, you should probably have another drink. Do you have any mead? I do, make your way inside the lighthouse.  Third brick opening on the left. Thank you kind sir...I must say that painting is looking better by the second.