it was a dark and stormy night. The wind howls, whipping around the lighthouse. The keeper of the lighthouse, Gav Boozad, says something in english that us americans can't understand. Or maybe he is too drunk, we just don't know. Stumbling to the stairwell, he turns to look upwards towards the light. To his surprise, a figure floats from the ceiling, an angel dressed in white hovers above.
"Gav Booznads"
"argh, It be Boozad m'ladee"
"Sorry, my mistake, I am Gemma, the Angel sent to protect you"
"'tect me fro' ho?"
"Why yourself silly"
"Oi! Them rumblin' words there"
Gav trips on the first step. Laying spread eagle on the cast iron steps. His breathing laboured, he regains his form and gives the angel the finger.
"slog off ya fairy"
to be continued...