There was small house by the beach, abandoned it seemed. A Mr. Briney apparently used to live there. But I had little time to ponder about it, a nearby woman was quick to approach me after seeing me snoop around the house.
She started talking my ear off about the Mr. Briney. How he was an excellent person, an excellent sailor… and a bunch of other facts I just didn’t listen to. I politely excused myself and went on my way. Otherwise I had the feeling I would have to remain there for the rest of the day listening to her.