To The Lonely Seas And The Sky -- Part 17
The fictional tale of lighthouse keepers in the 1880's, tending a Lake Michigan lighthouse. The characters in this story are completely fictional, while the lighthouse is quite real and still in use. The details of its function, while not necessarily specific to this exact light, are consistent with the general function of lighthouses in this era.
If only there were two of me, this would be considerably easier, Ellie thought as she rushed from the wick to the vents, fighting with the shifting winds beyond the tower to keep the light burning.
Five minutes before, Ellie had been sitting pensively on the balcony, lost in her own thoughts when a particularly heavy raindrop landed on her forehead. Seconds later, lightning lit the sky and thunder cut through the silence, the clouds releasing their watery burden as if on cue. Startled by the nearness of the lightning and resounding boom of thunder, Ellie jumped to her feet, her boots slipping on the painted metal surface of the balcony. She managed to stumble through the doorway of the tower and into the service room before the full fury of the approaching storm was unleashed, pounding the tower with surprising ferocity. It was as Ellie pulled the door shut that she felt the floor beneath her shift, fear knotting in her throat as the giant brick tower moved to the whims of the wind.
But there was no time to ponder that fear. From the moment she had shut the door, it had been an uphill battle to keep the light aflame. Ellie would just get the vents adjusted correctly when the wick would come due for a trim, then find herself running back to the vents, and then to the kerosene containers before completing some variation of the same circuit again. She felt a few inches from collapse when she heard echoing footsteps in the tower over the din of the gale, and seconds later, Liesl emerged into the service room.Last edit by AN Admin Team on Feb 20, '17