Dear Diary,

I feel really uncomfortable right now. All of this happened last week and I bet you won't believe any word of it.

On the 12th of February, I got about 10 reports from the passing-by ships on Eilean Mor saying that the lighthouse on the island wasn't working. Apparently, they were angry since they were in danger of crashing into the island. This made me FURIOUS. >:( They don't care one bit about the lads, only about themselves, the idiots. Nothing was done about it though because I was supposed to go off into sea and relieve one of them. But there was horrible weather so my trip was cancelled.

A couple of days later, I (finally) hopped onto the boat and really hoped that the lads were ok. I was terrified; I wished I never signed up for this stupid relief-keeping job. But I had to save the lads.

Frantically, I fleed into the ruddy building and ran up the stairs. I shouted the lads' names but I never got a reply. I came in the kitchen that will haunt my dreams forever - there was an overturned chair, a half-eaten meal and a stopped clock. Right then I knew something was wrong.