The Keeper's Oath

She stood atop the rugged cliffs of the Bay of Fundy, where the tides ruled with legendary power—rising and falling forty feet each day, exposing the seabed like a fleeting secret before devouring it once more. To her, the tides were more than water; they were alive—a restless giant that slumbered and stirred, shaping the lives of all who depended on them.

The sea gives, but it also takes. It had claimed her father on a routine trip to the fishing weirs. She had tried to hate the sea for what it had stolen, but the rhythm of the waves called to her, an unshakable bond she couldn’t sever.

And so, she stayed, tending the lighthouse her father once kept. No matter the storms or her fear, she lived by his words: "The light must never go out." It was her oath, her way of keeping him close.

Each night, as the beacon swept across the restless waters, she whispered her vow to the waves: to endure, to guide, and to honor the man who had shown her how to find light in the deepest dark.