Fortunately she was an ex-olympic swimmer, so had torn off most of her dress to make staying afloat easier, and using a powerful and effective crawl technique had swum towards the flashing light in the distance. It was then that she leaned backwards against the ship's rail, caught her left foot in the long dress and before she had time to react found herself in the water. She had been for a romantic walk around the deck with her fiance when he was forced to nip inside for a call of nature. He didn't bat an eyelid when upon opening the door for the fourth time that stormy night found himself staring at a voluptious young female in the remains of what appeared to once have been a cocktail dress. With a submissive shrug of his thin shoulders he turned and began the downward journey to the front door. This time he only made it to the 87th stair before the unbelievable (or should that be the inevitable?) happened. Well, i now have a full set of the armed forces, he thought as he made his way yet again up the 147 stairs to his bedroom. The same storm which had caused problems for the admiral had overturned the colonel's landing craft whilst driving through the pounding sea towards land and the current had driven him not inland, but out to the point where the lighthouse stood.įortunately the keeper was well equipped with mugs and reserves of warm blankets so he put the colonel in the guest room together with his other guests. Strange, he thought to himself upon opening the door and seeing a man in the remnants of a colonels uniform dripping on the welcome mat in front of him. No sooner had he turned off the light, took a deep, deep breath to calm himself, when lo and behold the knocking was heard for the third time that stormy night.īy now he knew the proceedure - dressing gown, slippers, 147 stairs, open door. Soon he was able to go the 147 stairs back to his bed after bidding the two men goodnight. The keeper ushered him in and woke the admiral to introduce the airman whilst he hurried away to the kitchen to make another mug of cocoa for the airman. The airman explained that he had had to eject after his plane's engine failed at 15000 feet. Opening the door after going down the 147 steps again, he was not surprised to see the figure of an airman standing there equally as wet as the admiral before him had been. Having been disturbed once, he didn't think it strange that a new person was knockiing. His feet were in mid-air, on their way to the warmth of the duvet when he heard the same distant knocking again. He decided against going downstairs again to refresh the two items and got into bed. Soon the admiral was asleep and the keeper made his way back up the 147 steps to his bedroom, where a lukewarm water bottle and cold mug of cocoa awaited him. The keeper hesitated not one second, but showed him into the guest bedroom with a warm blanket whilst he made the admiral some cocoa. Standing on the doorstep, soaking wet from the driving rain, stood a distinguished man in what the keeper recognised as the remnants of an admiral's uniform.Īpologising profusely for bothering the keeper at this ungodly hour, he explained that a freak wave had washed him overboard from the wing of the bridge of his ship whilst on manouveres. Strange, he thought, don't get many visitors at this time of night.Īnyway, he pulled on his dresing gown and slippers and went down to open up. Puzzled, he realised that someone was knocking on the door 147 steps below. He had just tucked himself in and was about to enjoy the first sip of strong cocoa when he heard a faint and distant noise. He was in his kitchen on the ground floor, filling his hot water bottle and making a mug of cocoa.įinished, he started up the 147 stairs to his bedroom right under the light room. It was a wild and stormy November and the lighthouse keeper was preparing for bed.
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