On a stormy night, the old Foghorn wailed through the dark, warning of treacherous rocks. The Keeper of the lighthouse, an ageing mariner, peered through the mist, scanning for any lost souls. He had spent years guiding ships to safety, but tonight was different. A Shipwreck loomed on the horizon, broken and battered. Ghostly whispers carried through the air, tales of the Phantom crew who still roamed these waters. The Lantern flickered, barely piercing the thick fog. The Storm raged on, and a Ghost ship materialized before his eyes. Seagulls screeched above as if trying to warn him. He gripped his Candle, knowing this was no ordinary night. The Tide surged higher, and the spirits beckoned him forward...
Guess the word before the lighthouse light fades away!
