The Lost Sailors Lighthouse
I made land, alas the ship was down. The shining light had beckoned me ashore, scrambling upon the salt wet stone, I battled the rain lashed shore the wind howling across my path. The only survivor I was for sure until I came upon the lighthouse door. It was ajar so I passed right in. But what met me shocked my soul all the companies men waiting in line to cross from this world to the next for this was the lost sailors lighthouse at the bottom of the brine.