My brothers would always tell me stories of the world of the two legged creatures. They have all been up there before, above the white crested, crashing waves. They told stories of blue skies and large wooden crafts with white wings that navigate the sea. There were feathered creatures that could fly high above our ocean home. White, fluffy formations called clouds moved across the wide expanse of sky.
Most importantly, though, there was a rocky island and a tall, pointy building that shot light into the air. My brothers said that you could see a human boy up in that tower controlling the beams of light.
“What if I can’t find the surface when I’m old enough to swim to the world above?” I had asked my eldest brother, when I was very young.
He laughed at that, and said, “It’s impossible to miss, you just swim straight up.” I listened with eyes opened wide and mouth gaping open, my spirit full of w
My name is Eve. Yes, I’m a man. And my life so far has been extremely boring. Like a bat, I sleep during the day and was awake at night. I had to do that to make sure the lighthouse that I worked stayed functional all night. I had to keep the fire lit and turn the crank to make the glass lenses rotate every two hours.
I’d rather turn the crank than have bloated corpses from ships that crashed on the rocks wash up onto the island. I couldn’t go down and push them back to the sea, so they just kind of sat there as seagulls pecked at their slowly decomposing faces. You are welcome for the image. The reason that I couldn’t go and dispose of the corpses was that I was stuck up in that godforsaken lighthouse.
I never even saw anyone that was alive except for my “guardian”. He wasn’t of any blood relation to me, and we both knew it. He visited about once a week and brought me food and other necessary things. My guardian kind of