![]() The basis on which the structure rests seems to me to be chalk. ![]() No mere sea, though, could accomplish anything with this solid iron-riveted wall - which, at 50 feet from high-water mark, is four feet thick, if one inch. I should feel myself secure in it during the fiercest hurricane that ever raged - and yet I have heard seamen say occasionally, with a wind at South-West, the sea has been known to run higher here than any where with the single exception of the Western opening of the Straits of Magellan. Undoubtedly the whole would have been thus rendered more safe: - but what am I thinking about? A structure such as this is safe enough under any circumstances. It seems to me that the hollow interior at the bottom should have been filled in with solid masonry. From the bottom inside the shaft, however, the distance to the summit is 180 feet at least: - thus the floor is 20 feet below the surface of the sea, even at low-tide. It is a very lofty one - as I find to my cost when I have to ascend its interminable stairs - not quite 160 feet, I should say, from the low-water mark to the top of the lantern. A few sea-weeds came in sight but besides them absolutely nothing all day - not even the slightest speck of cloud. Occupied myself in exploring the light-house. Towards evening, the sea looked very much like glass. She will hardly get within sight of the Norland before noon to-morrow - and yet it can hardly be more than 190 or 200 miles. The swell is subsiding a little, I think - but the cutter will have a rough passage home, nevertheless. To see what I can see indeed! - not very much. Now for a scramble to the lantern and a good look around to “see what I can see”. I do believe I am going to get nervous about my insulation. It is strange that I never observed, until this moment, how dreary a sound that word has - “alone”! I could half fancy there was some peculiarity in the echo of these cylindrical walls - but oh, no! - this is all nonsense. I never should have made any way with my book as long as he was within reach of me, with his intolerable gossip - not to mention that everlasting mëerschaum. It never would have done to let Orndoff accompany me. The duty is a mere nothing and the printed instructions are as plain as possible. One man had attended it before now - and got on quite as well as the three that are usually put in. What most surprises me, is the difficulty De Grät had in getting me the appointment - and I a noble of the realm! It could not be that the Consistory had any doubt of my ability to manage the light. ![]() Would to Heaven I had ever found in “society” one half as much faith as in this poor dog: - in such case I and “society” might never have parted - even for the year. So far well! The cutter had a narrow escape - but why dwell on that, since I am here, all safe? My spirits are beginning to revive already, at the mere thought of being - for once in my life at least - thoroughly alone for, of course, Neptune, large as he is, is not to be taken into consideration as “society”. As regularly as I can keep the journal, I will - but there is no telling what may happen to a man all alone as I am - I may get sick, or worse. This day - my first on the light-house - I make this entry in my Diary, as agreed on with De Grät. However, when small tremors begin to shake the lighthouse’s foundation and undead emerge from the darkness, unexpected secrets from an entangled past come to light.Jan 1 - 1796. quickly becomes infatuated with Nora, the thought-to-be deceased woman tells the shipwrecked castaway to keep this a secret from Walsh. Setting out to uncover the mystery surrounding of the lighthouse grounds, he finds that Walsh’s late wife, Nora (Rachel Riley), seems to be alive and well and living in the woods nearby. question what is real and what is attributed to his injuries and memory loss. Haunting visions and occurrences begin to arise, making J.P. As he continues to tend to his duties of keeping the lighthouse lit to warn passing ships away from the rocks, Walsh warns his guest to stay out of his private quarters and always keep a light lit at night. A man with a somber demeanor still grieving the loss of his wife paired with a guilt ridden past, Walsh merely tolerates J.P.’s presence, giving him lodging until it’s possible for him to leave. (Matt O’Neill) takes shelter with Walsh (Vernon Wells: The Dead Undead, Hide and Go Seek), who serves as the grounds and lighthouse keeper. With passage to the mainland unmanageable due to the season and a ferry not scheduled to arrive for two weeks, J.P. Following the night of a violent storm, a castaway finds himself shipwrecked on the peninsula of a lighthouse with amnesia and the initials J.P.
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