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
rival
fisher
We fish all day, every day. It's how we make a living. It's dirty work, but necessary.
Well how did we find ourselves here?  We were fishing...I catch two fish and you catch one. Now we are at the lighthouse.  Is there a storm brewing? It is indeed. Maybe a storm strong enough to blow the king away so I can finally reign in his place.  The storm seems to be coming from the west.  It should pass quickly.  So lets talk about this.  We are both in line for the throne if something were to happen to the King...god forbid.  I like fishing over being a King...don't you? Fishing over ruling? No way. I have been awaiting this for years.  Look at this. Do you see the same thing I do.  Is the storm coming from the west?  Well I always thought we were rivals but I think you and the King fit the description better. Ha! I am a... I mean THE political rival to the sitting king. I will take his reigns. A storm coming from the west is not unusual, eh?