The lighthouse that imprinted itself onto the Isle of Man was shining as usual for the ships to see. The sky had darkened significantly as the time slowly returned to the cold the cold hours of the night.
Karl, the self proclaimed “keeper of the light” watched the stormy seas below as he sat in his brightly lit cabin on an old and dusty chair with red cushions. It was just like the other days which had come and gone, yet, as he scanned the coast his eyes became affixed on an shadowed object which lay on the port. Reaching for his binoculars he knocked over his last glass of ale.
“Arr…” He mumbled before trailing off. As he tried to zoom in he was unable to see any details than previously. Then grabbing his keys, he lay his binoculars back down on his desk and walked down the lighthouse’s spiral staircase, avoiding the thirteenth stair.
As he left the lighthouse he became increasingly aware of the size and scale of the object on the wooden port, as it could have easily been fifteen feet high.
“Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling…” he whispered to himself as approached the port’s deck, “…Tis I be here, in sunshine or in shadow.” His moustache became increasingly itchy as he approached, “…And I shall hear how softly you tread above me…” he continued as he noticed the object showing signs of breathing, “…I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.”
There he stood, against the immensely large beached creature. He stared into it’s large navy blue eyes as he walked backwards as if recoiling like a child afraid of what he had just discovered. There in front of him was something which resembled a giant sperm whale with the exception that it’s head was almost eel-like and that it had fins. Huge wings that were illuminated purple by the lighthouse’s rotating beam.
“Aye,” said Karl, “let daddy help you.” And with that he charged the massive beast and shuffling around it’s torso before finally running up close with his fit hands outstretched.
