#lighthouse keeper

as you gazed out into the empty blue haze, you saw something strange... was that... no. couldn't be. as the foggy silhouette got clearer, your initial theory was affirmed. there was a boat, struggling against the aggressive waves. you thought it would be completely impossible. any crew unlucky enough to be caught in this storm, would be swallowed up immediately by the ocean. somehow, though, this boat was hanging on.

the waves tossed the vessel at their whim, crashing it dangerously close to the jagged rocks on the coastline of your small island. you knew your stupid light would do the sailors no good at this point, so you just watched in abject horror, unable to do the very thing you were devoted to.

as the boat got closer, you began to make out a few figures on the boat. you counted four. four innocent men. you felt something being torn from your chest. how could you just stand by as the water swallowed those poor sailors up?

you rushed down the stairs, donning your poncho and fighting the wind all the way down to the beach. when you spot the ship, crashing closer and closer to shore as the tide carries it into the island, you shriek. the hull got caught on a jagged rock. there’s no way they survived.

your heart is beating at a hundred miles a minute, and hot tears stark streaking down your frozen cheeks. you should go inside. in fact, you already feel yourself catching cold, the tips of your fingers turning from red to purple. but… how could you just leave?

as you’re about to leave, a voice calls out to you.

“watcha crying over, hen?” you jump, the unfamiliar scottish voice shaking you from your frozen position. you turn around to find four men, all drenched and shaking from the cold.

two of them are holding a small wooden boat between them, tucked under a shoulder each.

“are you… is that… was that your boat?” you finally manage, pointing out at their lost vessel with quivering fingers.

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you lead the four men, whose names you've now learned, up the hill to your lighthouse. or more accurately, they lead you. somehow less shaken by their near death experience than you, they help you settle down the whole way up. once you've all settled inside, you begin to get your affairs in order. "okay... um. ok..." you look around, as if there will be a hint in your surroundings. how to house four men in your lighthouse: for dummies. the beginners guide to avoiding mental breakdowns. you find no such help.

"sorry. it's been a while since I've had company." "no worries, dove." the one with the beard - john - reassured you. "we're not picky."

"you all want to shower!" you realize, your gaze finally landing on their soaked clothing. "you should shower. um... okay. the bathroom is down there." you point down the hall. "there's only one, but... um... yeah."

"thank you, love." you guessed he was the spokesman of the group. maybe the ships's captain? anyways, he was speaking to you the most.

"right. I'm gonna go try to find dry clothes for you all. and sheets. I need sheets. um... I think I can fit two of you in my bed. it's a queen. and then the couch, maybe? err... that makes three. we need five. so two can sleep on the floor somewhere." you were rambling now, you couldn't help it. you couldn't think of the last time another soul, aside from the previous inhabitants, had been in this lighthouse. and now four men were in the middle of your living room, making themselves easily at home. and you were on a nervous tangent about bedding arrangements.

you hurried yourself off to the basement, digging through the possessions that had been left behind throughout the years of lighthouse keepers. you managed to find a box full of men's clothes labelled 'Harrison,' as well as a very cute sweater that you may just have to keep for yourself. you made a mental note to go through the basement more thoroughly and returned upstairs to the four of them wrapped in towels, sitting on your couch.

cool. that's cool.

baaahhhh this is lowk bad....

part two is coming at some point eventually I just thought it was getting too long to put in one part and wanted to finally post this because I have sooo much sitting in my drafts

posting things makes me feel productive ❤︎⋆˚࿔