The wind was harsh and cold. Blowing the girls hair into her face, refusing to let up. She walked on the wet sand towards the lighthouse. Her raft was abandoned by the shore. Her dress was soaking wet a mixture of the catastrophic wreck and stubborn rain. The ship she had been on sank into the endless ocean, forever gone along with everyone else on the ship. She had managed to get on the raft just in time. The lighthouse was seemingly abandoned, with peeling paint and rusted doors. It took a bit of strength to get in, but when she finally did she took in the surroundings. If no one has been here in years, who turned the light on that led her to the island. She walked up the spirling stair case with careful steps. Entering the room that has the light controls she looked around still no one. Where had everyone gone?