Smoking-Wrecker2814

400 Years Ago… We open on a starry night sky, panning down to show an old boathouse perched on the ocean shores. The keeper of the boathouse is about to chow down on a home-made sandwich, when he spots a lifeboat in the distance. Running to shore to meet the lifeboat coming into shore, they see the lone passenger, tired and in an unkempt state, stumbling to the sandy dunes. The young man had snow-white hair, wearing tattered clothes, and had seemingly carried with him not a trace of food or non-salted water. The sole item on his person just so happened to be a musty-looking crown, which he dropped to the ground as he felt his knees give way. Bringing the young man inside, the boatkeeper’s wife had wrapped a warm towel around him, as well as given him a hot cup of tea to replenish his strength. “Ye look like you’ve been put through the wringer, mate,” says the wife. The young man looks solemnly into his reflection in the tea, taking a while before responding with, “Aye, ye don’t