Reef and Rocks

Visibility is but a quarter mile, meanwhile the rain is pelting against the glass while a shortwave radio crackles in the background. From here a solo ray of light shouts, Beware!

Three flashes and a pause. Repeat. Announcing, “Here I am.”

You squint neither seeing nor being seen, useless. Below waves crash the outcrop placed there by nature, caring not who may challenge them. The sound of bells warning travelers of danger, muffled by nature.

Scattered along the coast, remnants remain. Other vessels having challenged reef and rocks leaving behind stories.

Pray if you want, nature does not care. Beware!