Friday 14th December
I know this may sound over dramatic and possibly bring you to tears, but I must announce regretfully that my life is at tremendous risk and I may not be able to see your beautiful face ever again. Behind me lies a photo of you that I will clasp until my final breath.
Tremendous waves rage out on the choppy waters and swelling, grey clouds release mounds of water onto our barren isle. Devastated animals scatter in peril as gargantuan wave’s crash into the jagged rock face and spray the deluded, ugly birds that jeer, as black as midnight, on the rotten log. Crashing down outside my frosted window pane, the faithful crane lies defeated next to the crooked barriers- now a defenceless heap of waste – yet another tragedy of the treacherous storm. If you were in my place would you be braver than the shivering wreck that I have become? My thoughts are flooded with the fear of what lies ahead but I don’t want you to worry for me because you are my rock who keeps me together!
Donald Macarthur (who replaced William who has become my fond acquaintance) prays to his god but I pray to you my love! This might be the last letter you will ever receive from me therefore I have decided to tell you all the late happenings on this lifeless place. Remembering the past brings terrible memories, but I shall remember it for you my dear…
Like a streak of bad luck, strange happenings have surrounded Flannan Isle for many a month, engulfing the lighthouse with an ominous silence. Firstly, my great friend Thomas Marshall has been depressed for what seemed like a decade, consequently I have comforted him knowing the remorse he was going through, like I used to with our darling daughter, when she lay in fear of the ever darkening night.
Unfortunately, the treasured memories of our time together has faded through your absence, so in order to know that your presence has not just been a myth, I have relied on the joyful picture of us enjoying our life around the magnificent fire, the memory reminds me of the warmth that filled my heart.
Finally, the memory of the last fatal incident reminds me of the deaths that created this unsolved mystery. Do you think that shall happen to me? I shall banish the thought from my head but it will always lie in my heart.
Our situation is perilous but I still hold on to my last thread of hope. If anything happens before dawn, I want you to know that however far away I am I will always love you with all my heart and I hope you feel the same way about me. If I fall, I fall in the performance of my duty with pride and honour.
Yours for ever more,
P.S. In this letter I enclose my last wish: for you to be happy if possible and keep strong for our family and rest assured I will always be with you.