Rauko Sticks

100 Word Challenge

Heave ho, heave ho. The hash waves forced me towards the soaring ashed colored tower, the lighthouse was still vague in the distance.If I didn't hurry there would be a serious, horrible problem. As the water swiftly rolled in, the waves were white and sapphire colored. The gusty wind smashed me into the side of the lanky tower, I quickly throw myself in the decade timber door. I hurried up the 10 flights of steers, to the weathered light. The yellow light shone miles around. I hopped into bed, to hear the blustery wind shatter into the agged lighthouse.