The Lighthouse

Eugene stood gaurd on the edge of the universe, murky blue-gray waters thrashing against the jagged cliff below him.

The rocks underneath were as smooth as diamonds, with a jagged edge meant to ward off criminals.

The island had made him a prisoner...

Eugene turned towards the light shining at him from across the way. It illumanited all, piercing the smog, and mist, blanketing the coastline.

He paused, unaware if he should give in to the hope swelling within him. The chain on his left ankle rattled, his tattooed body coiled in anticaption.

The ship docked.

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Shoots fired-