We were all quite surprised when we found out that the storm was still raging on outside reducing the visibility to a mere meter. It would have been incredibly stupid if any ships were to leave the Scottish harbor. I should also probably note that Henry has not woken up yet. Thomas made an effort but Henry has not moved. Frightening by itself but he was still snoring like an old man.
"Weird. Maybe all that work yesterday tired him out," Thomas said with little remorse.
"He was only out there for a few moments. Maybe he has taken ill."
"That may be, but how are we going to figure it out?"
"We'll just have too wake him.
As soon as we walked closer to the door, it swung open with little rage like usual. It seems as if Henry has woken. He was incredibly groggy and seemed as if he was hungry and moody. He tried to give him some milk but he wanted no part of it. He'll be fine in a few hours.
I feel as if I have to document this strange weather. It is approximately around four and it is as dark as night. We can't see anything. I went to go talk to Henry and see if he was better but he might actually be sick. I could here him vomiting severely through these paper thin walls. And it seems as if Thomas might be catching the same illness as well. He barricaded himself in his room. During supper tonight no one showed up. I know the porridge was dreadful but they still needed to eat.
I think something serious is going on since Henry has too barricaded himself in his room.
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waiting for the light to die
Korku1883, a cargo ship came to check upon three lighthouse keepers who needed supplies every few weeks. when they reached the tiny island; the whole place was abandoned. all that remained was a journal that belonged to the head keeper. what they found o...
