Nicholas Squire 21

Nicholas Squire

The horizon spread for miles upon end and seemed like it never came to an end. I was sitting on my sweet wooden rocking chair just swaying like the waves on the sand, all alone. Well, I had my lighthouse of course, my picturesque, isolated lighthouse. Not a cloud in the sky, not a wave in the sea – just me and my lighthouse. That moment in the vast void that is time was so calm, it almost felt like some sort of utopia. The occasional crying sea gull flew overhead but that was it, nothing that could bother me for miles. I looked down from my balcony onto the vibrant coral reef and I was able to see the fishes swimming from side to side – the water was like glass. I knew that the lighthouse was not always like this. I knew worse was to come.

How right I was. Later that evening these huge, ominous clouds marched towards us. They looked like they were ready to attack, ready to unleash something down on us. With the clouds came the gusty wind, the wind meant that there was no hope of going outside as it would just sweep us from our feet. Suddenly, a rhythmic crash started below me. Against the rocks that were my foundations. This worried me. If one rock was to slip or slide the whole lighthouse could fall, taking me with it. Without warning, a bolt of white lighting was struck into the sea and it now felt like I was in some sort of theatre of war. It was no longer still nor calm, I could now not see the coral below and the sky was now filled with big black boulders. Just wait for the storm to pass, just wait.

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