Once upon a time there was a boy named Fierce and he was a lighthouse keeper. It was a dark and stormy night. One of Fierce’s favorite things to do on nights like this was to look through his telescope and watch storms roll in over the water. He loved the beautiful light show complete with a thunderous drum concert. When the lighting flashed again he saw a boat and if boats had feelings he would have described it as a scared, red boat. Another strike from the lightning illuminated the boat’s name. The boat had daddy’s name, Wesley. Uh oh, daddy is on the boat! Crash! Lightning crashed! Crash! There are dolphins and sharks surrounding the boat. Fierce’s eyes widen. Dolphins are fine, but sharks?
Skipping two steps at a time Fierce headed downstairs, grabbed his raincoat off the hook and quickly put it on as he ran to his rescue boat. He fired up the engine and braved the sea. Fierce was not worried. His boat was built for tough weather. Its steel blue lines against white seemed to pierce through the darkness in a calm sureness. As he got closer, he could see that the red boat was beginning to break apart as it was tossed by the crashing waves. Fierce navigated quickly. He was on a mission.
Fierce and the rescue boat arrived just in time for daddy to leap from the red boat, over the sharks, to the safety of Fierce’s rescue boat. The red boat cracked and sank as they pulled away. Fierce brought a soaking wet daddy home to safety. He handed him a towel and gave him a big hug. While daddy warmed himself by the fire, Fierce and daddy enjoyed a cup of hot cocoa and the comfort of the cozy lighthouse.
By Fierce and Kylene Almeida