All was well on Kirren Island. It always had been. Little did The Lighthouse Keeper know that that was all about to change… That night!
Inside the Lighthouse The Keeper was in a mood. He was late on filling in his log, the rowdy partiers made such a racket and the window was letting so much freezing air. Angrily, he thrust it shut, putting out the cold and the noise. Just then there came a screech and a crash. The light went out and the window flew open, wiping the life from the candle and plunging the room into darkness.
He fumbled along through the darkness, finally stumbling upon a lantern, lighting it and setting of at a hurried pace for the watch room. A foghorn sounded and he raced to the window for a view of the sea. A ship! A ship heading straight for the deadly rocks!
He picked up his tools and dashed to the lantern room. Cautiously, the keeper opened the hatch to the lamp. He couldn’t see anything wrong with the bulb and decided to take it out for further
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