Prologue by Isaac

The party went on down in the village, the beer was flowing and the band was playing.

Way above the party, the lighthouse stood. Inside the lighthouse - the Keeper sat at his old wooden desk, working   busily. He could hear the noise of the village below him, and was feeling   miserable. He slammed the window shut in a rage and said to himself, “Why can’t they just be? Some people have to work every night; while others think that life is just a big party. Well, it ain’t! 

Then quite suddenly, an extremely loud noise startled him and caused the window to blow open again. The candle blew out instantly, (because there was no electricity in the lighthouse) plunging the room into complete darkness.

The Keeper stood up nervously, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was. Running up the stairs, he grabbed his toolbox and headed to the watch room.

Inside the room he discovered that the worst had happened. The bulb that powered the light had blown. Quickly, the Keeper set about fixing it. He rushed to the lantern room and immediately decided to take the huge light out of its metal stand. He put his toolbox behind him and set about unscrewing the screws that were holding the lantern on the stand.

But then, the worst noise that could have possibly happened at that moment in time, happened. About a mile off the coast of the small island, a ship’s horn blew loudly across the ocean, up the village and to the Keepers alarmed face. When he finished screwing the screws, the Keeper heaved and dragged the light off its stand.

The master’s worst problems happened. The Keeper tripped over the toolbox that he had left behind him. The bulb smashed into a thousand pieces.

The Keeper looked up, his eyes full of tears as the ship drew ever nearer…