Lighthouse, by Lander Prieto-Zabala V

Lander and the Lighthouse ,  the photo was taken by his brother Kai

Ferociously, the loud and persistent waves charged the solemn lighthouse, leaving huge clouds of bitter mist in the air. The ominous clouds rumbled and slowly crawled over the sky as if they were imprisoning the storm. Violent winds howled and lashed at the coastline, bending the trees and challenging the structure of the lighthouse; it was the perfect storm.

The small window at the middle of the lighthouse glowed with orange warmth. It was the only lonely light in sight. Inside was the lighthouse keeper, a portly old man with a long grey beard and wrinkles running across his face. Ritually, he sat in his hundred-year-old rocking chair, slid on his thick and bright waterproofs and took a final sip of his warm drink. He was getting ready to turn on the guiding light. Heftily, he stood and grasped the lantern hanging from the wall, as he lit a splint with the crackling fire. He lit the lantern and headed for the heavy wooden door. Instantly, cold air creeped into the room and he stepped into the spiral staircase leading to the top. His fluttering lamp illuminated the damp walls. Weeping wind whooshed through the small crevices of the hatch at the top, it was a treacherous storm.

Forcefully he drove open the hatch and steps up the ladder to the gallery deck where the wind dangerously lashed at him, testing his stability. Quickly, he scuttered into the lantern room where he pulled the huge lever to initiate the rotating lamp. He turned on the massively illuminating light and looked out to the sea.

Patiently waiting.

A single little light was on the horizon. A small fishing boat on a perilous journey to get back to the harbour. Waves constantly bombarded the vessel, but the boat showed resilience as it summited the mountains of water. The captain still had hope. Captain’s beady eyes darted around searching for the horizon, but the mist impeded him from doing so. Dread started filling his body as the boat rolled more and more. Water flooded in and out of the boat’s deck. It was the worst storm of the captain’s life. Just as he was starting to lose hope a quick flash of light reflected in the mirror next to him; the lighthouse.