<https://s.mj.run/f2su2mqU6KA> Film Still, In the harbor tavern, where all the strange creatures of the seafaring world congregate, sat the wily old sailor, with sea shells and sea snails scattered in his huge beard, as if he had been adorned with the peculiar collection of the ocean. With his cap pushed aside, he looked as if the wind's playful hand had pulled him to the other side, but perhaps only to better see on which side the real adventure awaited him. Through the wrinkles of his face, stories were hatched that even the famous sea storytellers would not have dared to tell to the bravest sailors. Behind his eyes both sea storms and coastal farce dwelt, as if he were always wondering where the waves of life would take him. His every movement, every sighing step, evoked the traditions of sailors, as if he himself were walking in a living maritime legend, where humor and wisdom are forever intertwined, like sea shells with seaweed. vintage monochrome movie style, cinematic lighting  --ar 3:4