A very short story originally written for the 100 words of horror.
I made land, alas the ship was down. The beacon of light led me to ground. Scrambling upon the salt wet stone, I battled for the rain lashed shore, the wind howling at my face. The only survivor I was for sure, I came upon the lighthouse door. It was ajar, I passed on through. Beyond the door shook my soul were the company's men.at Davy Jones locker waiting patiently to cross from this world to when. For this was the lost sailors lighthouse comfortable and safe they beckoned me in.