Chapter 9
Thursday, April 23, 2009
'You could say that its a legend on this island. Two centuries ago, my great grandfather Admiral Tempest sailed into a terrible storm. Despite being a sailor of great skill, he and his men ended up shipwrecked on this island. He and his men knew they had to wait the storm out,so they decided to head further inland to search for shelter and help.As they searched the island, they discovered it was an haven for murderers,thieves and slavers alike. My grandfather and his men wiped them out and established a town. One night,as my grandfather looked out to sea,he saw a cloacked lady standing on the beach. Curiosity overtook him and he went to speak to her.
As he approached him, she turned and screamed at him 'Peasant! You robbed me of my island! Well i'll rob you of your life!', screamed the lady as she drew a dagger and plunged it into my grandfather's heart. 'This island will sink, and you and your men shall die with it!' crackled the lady as she left my grandfather dying on the beach.
As my grandfather was gasping his last breaths, a beautiful lady dressed in white appeared before him. 'Lord, if it is your wish, I may restore you to life.' said the lady as she grazed upon my grandfather's dying visage. 'Nay fair goddess, let this island remain as a becon, a sentinel to the wild seas. And let no harm come to its inhabitants' whispered my grandfather as he breathed his last.
'Very well Lord, I will do as you have chosen' said the lady,as she took my grandfather's spirit and led it into a candle.
Alexander stopped speaking, and grazed at Anya,who gently urged him on.
'Your spirit will be the foundation of this island,as I decree. And as you remain on this island, so will your desire hold through time' proclaimed the lady as she brought the candle to the foundations of the lighthouse. And it rests there, to this day.
Alexander stopped and grazed at Anya with anguish and pain in his eyes.
I'll write a story.,
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