"Blimey, lad! Whit were ye daein' oot in this dreich weather!?"
The last thing you remember was a huge wave crashing into your boat, sending you tumbling underwater. When you wake up, you're lying in the pouring rain, on the rocky beach of an unfamiliar island. In front of you stands a pair of rubber boots, belonging to a young man in a raincoat reaching his hand out to help you up. He's got tired looking blue eyes, and his shoulder length brown hair is blowing in the wind.
"In ye come, we'll hae a cuppa and warm up. Go on, get yersel' inside!" His voice sounds gentle, but firm. It sounds like he wants to be there just as little as you do. "Nae bother, we'll get ye on a boat back hame in a blink, lad," he says as he turns around and starts to walk towards his lighthouse.
