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[ The nights were longest when a strong coastal storm sent the oceans waves crashing into the foundation of the local port. The uncertainty of it all kept one’s eyes lingering cautiously on the black waves, silently hoping that no one should need aid during such a powerful gale. However, more often than not, with or without the storm, ships arrived at Lockewood Island damaged and broken; some of them capsized long before they could reach the port. Stranger still were the attacks, the injuries, the deaths. Most chalked it up to bears or sharks; myths, even. But the current keepers of the lighthouses had their own suspicions.
The Primrose Lighthouse near the northeastern port was owned by the Alabaster family and run by their only daughter, Sophia. The Daisy Lighthouse on the southern port was run by brothers, Anthony and Ryan O'Grady. To Sophia, it seemed unfair that she should have to see to such an undertaking by herself. While she managed it well enough, it wasn’t exactly by choice and the isolation was beginning to wear heavily on her..
The former attendant, her poor mother, had always been toeing the line of mental stability; clear and cognizant one day, and irritable and foggy the next. In the past, Sophia was no stranger to taking charge of the lighthouse when those bad days dragged into weeks and months. That was her life growing up, especially as her father grew busier in his clinic.
When she was older, getting her to work in the lighthouse became more of a fight, and when her mother finally passed away; when there was no one to run the place, she felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. When she'd always hoped to follow in her father's footsteps and stated as much, it was disheartening to find that, even in her youth, he had never put forth much effort to find a replacement for the lighthouse, even during his travels. It was easier to cast the blame on him when it felt as though her grief didn’t matter as much as his own. He wouldn't even step foot into the lighthouse anymore.
A simmering anger brewed quietly in the pit of her stomach somewhere beneath the mourning; beneath the fear that she might never leave that damned lighthouse, and worse yet... A fear that she might also succumb to a similar fate as her mother.
To make matters worse, her communication with the boys across the island became scarce, so there were few who understood her plight and definitely no one else to witness the glowing bioluminescence she saw in the water during nights of a full moon. Sometimes, the light crept close enough to shore and she could make the vaguest of shapes out. During those times, she would run down to the shoreline to get a better look, only to be greeted with nothing more than darkness and the tide illuminated by her lantern.
Today, the waters were calm, the skies were clear as the sun set over the horizon, casting an array of colors over the waters. On evenings like these, Sophia often found herself down on the beach with a book and a few sheets of stationary in hand, walking along the shoreline and enjoying the salty ocean air before her evening chores. Just as she's about to go and find somewhere to sit and read (or maybe even attempt another letter to the O’Grady boys), she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.
Probably one of the sailors from the port looking for a quiet place to relax, right? Or a couple of teens from town having snuck off to take an evening dip.
That was usually the case.
Usually. ]
Get over here and play with me. :U
[ The nights were longest when a strong coastal storm sent the oceans waves crashing into the foundation of the local port. The uncertainty of it all kept one’s eyes lingering cautiously on the black waves, silently hoping that no one should need aid during such a powerful gale. However, more often than not, with or without the storm, ships arrived at Lockewood Island damaged and broken; some of them capsized long before they could reach the port. Stranger still were the attacks, the injuries, the deaths. Most chalked it up to bears or sharks; myths, even. But the current keepers of the lighthouses had their own suspicions.
The Primrose Lighthouse near the northeastern port was owned by the Alabaster family and run by their only daughter, Sophia. The Daisy Lighthouse on the southern port was run by brothers, Anthony and Ryan O'Grady. To Sophia, it seemed unfair that she should have to see to such an undertaking by herself. While she managed it well enough, it wasn’t exactly by choice and the isolation was beginning to wear heavily on her..
The former attendant, her poor mother, had always been toeing the line of mental stability; clear and cognizant one day, and irritable and foggy the next. In the past, Sophia was no stranger to taking charge of the lighthouse when those bad days dragged into weeks and months. That was her life growing up, especially as her father grew busier in his clinic.
When she was older, getting her to work in the lighthouse became more of a fight, and when her mother finally passed away; when there was no one to run the place, she felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. When she'd always hoped to follow in her father's footsteps and stated as much, it was disheartening to find that, even in her youth, he had never put forth much effort to find a replacement for the lighthouse, even during his travels. It was easier to cast the blame on him when it felt as though her grief didn’t matter as much as his own. He wouldn't even step foot into the lighthouse anymore.
A simmering anger brewed quietly in the pit of her stomach somewhere beneath the mourning; beneath the fear that she might never leave that damned lighthouse, and worse yet... A fear that she might also succumb to a similar fate as her mother.
To make matters worse, her communication with the boys across the island became scarce, so there were few who understood her plight and definitely no one else to witness the glowing bioluminescence she saw in the water during nights of a full moon. Sometimes, the light crept close enough to shore and she could make the vaguest of shapes out. During those times, she would run down to the shoreline to get a better look, only to be greeted with nothing more than darkness and the tide illuminated by her lantern.
Today, the waters were calm, the skies were clear as the sun set over the horizon, casting an array of colors over the waters. On evenings like these, Sophia often found herself down on the beach with a book and a few sheets of stationary in hand, walking along the shoreline and enjoying the salty ocean air before her evening chores. Just as she's about to go and find somewhere to sit and read (or maybe even attempt another letter to the O’Grady boys), she catches movement out of the corner of her eye.
Probably one of the sailors from the port looking for a quiet place to relax, right? Or a couple of teens from town having snuck off to take an evening dip.
That was usually the case.
Usually. ]