Prologue by Grace

Prologue

Villages cheered as their magnificent lighthouse shone it’s life-saving light. Protecting passing ships from the Island’s murderous rocks.

Inside the towering light-house however, the Keeper sat, wearily writing down the days log in the heavy log book. He pushed the window close blocking out the bone-chilling cold and the people’s merry cheering. For a few minutes the Keeper carried on inscribing the log with the uneventful day.

Without warning the lamp of the lighthouse plunged into darkness! The poor Keeper was stunned and became more so when the window blew open, destroying his candle. He fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a match and lit a feeble lamp. He rushed up the empty stairway until he reached the watch room.

The machinery was eerily untouched, perfectly clean. The keeper inspected every bit of it’s working. Every cog. Every nut. Every bolt.

With the ear-splitting sound of a ship’s fog horn he scampered up to the lamp room. In desperation he unscrewed the lamp and spun round with it in his arms. Before he had taken two steps he tripped then… Crash! It splintered into thousands of pieces.

The ship drew ever closer to the rocks…