I could tell that Adam was confused, having no idea why I had brought him here, but the glimmer of excitement was obvious in his eyes, longing for an unpredictable adventure that neither of us quite knew where it was going to lead us.
I looked around the coast, until I finally found what I was searching for. "There he is. C'mon, let's go," I said and so I started walking toward an old man who was sitting on a chair beside the shore, sleeping with empty bottles of beer down beside his feet.
As Adam and I reached the old man who was wearing a sailor's hat and had ginger beard, I cleared my throat to get his attention and wake him up, but he didn't even stir.
"Er... Mr. Hamish?" I called out, but my voice was muffled by a loud snore. Growing tired, I finally called out loudly, "Mr. Hamis
