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Wind buffeted my face, threatening to launch me off my feet and deafening all other sound around me. Claustrophobia set in with the wind pressing in on me from all sides and forcing me to keep my eyes closed.
I shivered as the chill started to seep deep into my bones. Teeth clattering, I glanced to my right. Seeing the angry ocean this close to us gave me a new onslaught of shivers and a drop to my stomach.
Somehow, I could only hear the crashing of the waves now, their deadly swells reaching up to grab my feet if I dared to stray off the marked path. I couldn’t even see what was beneath the waves like I could at the beach—this was all churning darkness with nothing but the unknown beneath.
Another gust of wind, bigger than the constant buffeting, hurled itself sideways at me and I nearly stumbled. I reached out and clutched onto my sister for support—there were also rope railings beside us, but those didn’t seem nearly as sturdy as Amelia.
I just wanted to get home to the lighthouse now—the walk was no fun anymore. How was it that she could stay so calm in a place like this?
The wind was cold and punctured my cheeks on particularly harsh gusts, but it caressed my face all the same. The sound of it swirled around my ears, making it so I could hear nothing but the sound of the wind as I walked up the stone path. Keeping one hand on the railing to guide me and Dylan on the walk I suggested, the rough rope helped when I had to close my eyes for longer periods of time than normal blinks.
A chill was starting to set in but I didn’t mind it—it reminded me that I was alive. And with my other senses being overwhelmed by the wind, the cold was a reminder that I was still there. It was a meditative experience for me, these walks by the ocean.
I gazed out at the crashing waves. The sight made my heart soar a little. Unlike the beach, these waves were roaring with life, splashing up to greet us on the rocks. Some of the sea-spray reached my face and I breathed in the salt on the air. If I could just know what was under those waves…They must be hiding so many secrets to the world.
A bigger gust of wind threw its arms around us, causing me to stumble a little. I steadied myself on the railing, feeling something more solid anchor itself to my arm.
Dylan, of course. His hair was windswept, like mine surely was, but his face held an expression of terror.
The lighthouse was only a couple hundred metres away now—we would soon be inside where we could make hot cocoa and warm up. I honestly don’t understand how he couldn’t be calm in a place like this.