Dear Diary,

I have heard three, THREE reports from passing boats that the light is out. Nothing was done about this as I was going to set sail the next day. When I went to bed that night, I couldn't sleep at all - I was sick to my stomach - they were my besties. As I woke up that morning, I heard that my trip was delayed- I was mortified:( Deep, deep down in my stomach, I could feel, feel something was wrong. I was anxious and it grew and grew as my trip was delayed.

On the boat, I was desperately scanning the island left to right. I hoped they were ok, safe and well. The closer I got the more worried I became. I was praying - even though I wasn't that religious - praying they were ok.

On the island, they didn't come to greet me so I knew something was wrong because they always come to greet me. It felt like a blur, I couldn't see anyone, I felt sick, very sick. As I ran up the stairs, I was tripping and shouting their names but it was silent. No reply. Stomach churning. Running frantically towards the lighthouse. I went to the door, it was unlocked. An overturned chair. A half-eaten meal. Beds not touched. That's when I knew something was wrong...