The Overseer of The Isles

Chapter one: wierd coat and even stranger woman

The sound of waves crashing against the weathered rocks were heard across the beach. The salty air wafted across the rocky shore. And a wet crunch of the rocks were heard, a pair of mens large wanders walked across the beach. They belonged to a wavy brown haired man, Aengus. 

He was the new lighthouse keeper, everyone refused to work there, they said that you'll be watched. But he didnt care, living alone, getting to request food to be delivered to you and all you had to do was light a light and keep the light on all night? He hadn't thought of a better job for him. 

During the day he would do random things to make him tired so he could take random naps, he needed the rest out of the way so he could stay up all night. Right now he wanted to go fishing so he could take a nap when he got back. While walking something caught his eye.

 It looked like some kind of grey lump, when he approached it and saw it was a seal or just the skin of a seal. He picked it up, it felt like soft leather and a bit fuzzy. He looked around the ground, expecting to see blood but didn't see any, no trail, no footprints, not even feathers of any of the local birds. This wasn't a carcass, something or someone left this here on purpose.

He began to look around frantically, hoping no hoodlums placed it there as a distraction. He grabbed the pelt and began jogging, but came to a stop when he saw a slightly panicked woman. 

She had inky black hair, it was down but had a single braid on the top of her head making it look like she had a crown on. She had enchantingly dark sea foam green eyes, they looked like a thundering storm, rushing and full of worry and panic. She was wearing a form fitting dark grey sweater dress with black leggings and black ankle high rain boots. 

Then she turned to Aengus and spotted the pelt in his hands. Her face turned grim and pale. He looked at the distressed stranger and then to the coat. He then walked up to the slightly shaking woman,

“Aye, this yours miss?” he questioned, his accent was strong and went well with his low baritone voice, the two mixing into a calming symphony

The woman quickly turned around with her head in her hands and started pacing as her breathing quickened. she began muttering to herself, bullets of sweat made it to her face. Aengus watched the scene before him in worry.