The boat continued to drift off to sea, yet suddenly a bright light awakened him from his slumber. As he awakened, Aether put his hand in front of him, trying to block the light from getting in his face.
A lighthouse, which was the first thing he saw when he had awakened.
It stood on a stretch of black stone that pushed out into the sea, tall and straight, built from pale blocks that caught the light even under the clouded sky. The top burned with a steady flame; it was strong and constant. Waves crashed against the rocks below it, water breaking high before falling back into the sea, but the tower did not budge; it was unmovable, no wave could take it down... and it was, to say the least, not the same for their little boat.
But, beyond the lighthouse, which was to their left, at a far edge of the island, there was something else that faced them.
...The harbor slowly revealed itself.
