he station, he found solace—the familiar scent of salt and ink, the creaking floorboards, and the old wooden desk where he’d penned countless reports. The constable’s duty was unchanging—to watch over the shore, to keep the peace, and to listen to the stories carried by the tides. As he settled into his chair, The Policeman glanced out the window. The sun painted the horizon in hues of gold and pink, a canvas that stretched beyond the beach

The Policeman returned to the beach, his footsteps leaving imprints in the sand. The salty breeze whispered secrets as he walked toward the police station. The waves, too, seemed to acknowledge his presence, their rhythm a silent salute.

Inside the station, he found solace—the familiar scent of salt and ink, the creaking floorboards, and the old wooden desk where he’d penned countless reports. The constable’s duty was unchanging—to watch over the shore, to keep the peace, and to listen to the stories carried by the tides.

As he settled into his chair, The Policeman glanced out the window. The sun painted the horizon in hues of gold and pink, a canvas that stretched beyond the beach his footsteps leaving imprints in the sand. The salty breeze whispered secrets as he walked toward the police station. The waves, too, seemed to acknowledge his presence, their rhythm a silent salute.

Inside the station, he found solace—the familiar scent of salt and ink, the creaking floorboards, and the old wooden desk where he’d penned countless reports. The constable’s duty was unchanging—to watch over the shore, to keep the peace, and to listen to the stories carried by the tides.

As he settled into his chair, The Policeman glanced out the window. The sun painted the horizon in hues of gold and pink, a canvas that stretched beyond the beach the policeman blew his whistle and two more policemen came up the first policeman said to them