...his eyes were so tired as he ran to the dock. Drenched, freezing, battered and bruised he scanned his eyes through the fog. At the edge of dock he saw the blue sash, it was her. Her little boat had drifted off and she lay there, alive and thankfully with a dim lantern. Had the oil run out he wouldn't have seen her. The flashes of fog from his battle to survive and the black holed night provided nothing but blindness. She was barely alert as she lay soaked, that someone was rushing towards her. She knew it was him. He scooped her up, turned and began to run. He ran as far as he could when he began to stumble. His fatigue brought him to a halt and he collapsed. They both fell heavily on the crooked old dock. It knocked the breath out of her and all the previous pain returned. Barely breathing and in a quiet voice she said, "get up...oh please get up! We're almost there! I can't do it alone...there is still light!" She spoke it twice but no response, just silence. And at once the hellish winds began to rage. Her greatest fear fell upon her...she looked down at him and then at the lantern,
Flicker...
Flicker...
BLACKOUT.
