Tick, tock, tick, tock

The island was, as usual, rather peaceful.

People walked around, chatting, tending to day to day business.

But one person in particular stood out. It's as if time itself was warping when walking past him.

The man had his pocket watch in hand, as if he was measuring the time. As he looked, he saw you stand infront of him. He tilted his head, adjusting his prince-nez.

"May I be of assistance, friend?"