To The Lonely Seas And The Sky -- Part 20a
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.
The creaking boards of the sturdy ship seemed to cry out beneath him, begging him to reconsider his plans. Nightfall's shifting shadows crept about the fringes of his peripheral vision, scurrying away each time he turned his head. Danger was thick in the heavy night air--even if he was not fully conscious of it, he could sense it. But Corbin Taylor could not turn back. His shirt sleeves billowed gently in the soft evening breeze, and despite the open neck and undone tie that hung down his chest, Corbin felt restricted, as if a hand were tightening around his throat.
Seconds closed the short distance to the captain's quarters. The large, heavy door was all that stood between the way things had been for over thirty years and the changes that would be underway the next time he'd pass it by. Turn around. Walk away. The quiet voice of instinct warned again. But he ignored the nonspecific inkling of foreboding, knocked, and at the barked order from within the quarters, Corbin took a deep breath, turned the knob and stepped inside.Last edit by AN Admin Team on Feb 20, '17