Sorry it has been so long, I have been focusing on school work as of late unfortunately. I would like to thank HoneyGoddess and AbsoluteHonesty for there feedback. I realise that in my haste and excitement to post a story, I failed to put together a decent plot. Here is my second attempt. :)
Theresa
My nails were tearing at the dampened wood, and the splinters pierced my flesh as I was washed further away from my friends. The waves were coming in closer now and I could barely see through the salty, poisonous mist. The lighthouse was churning as the waves forced it to bend further, the metal beams below, aching as they warped. I could hear the others calling me, but my lungs burnt with a fury. I was so close to letting go, my muscles were shaking from exhaustion, when I felt it. I hand pulling me up. I squinted through the showers, and made out a line of bodies, intertwined by the arms. They had formed a chain, starting with Herry and ending with Archie, I felt myself being pulled up by the latter, until each of us were clinging to the cold, saturated railing. We all looked at one another, the obvious conclusion came to each of us. We would have to jump. We each braced ourselves, I could see the sweat melting into the rain as it ran down each of their faces. The lighthouse tower was now completely horizontal from the centermost point. "On three!" It was all Jay had to say. "One!" We all yelled in sync. "Two!" Our voices grew louder. "Three!" As we plunged into the icy water, trying to find one another I saw it. A light. Burning a fierce white, so clear and pure I felt I ought not to look at it. The others had seen it too, distracting us, causing confusion. "Guys! lets get away from here!" Jay's voice was obscured by the howling of the wind and the crashing of waves, but each of us responded.
We swam for what felt like hours before reaching a rock large enough to hold us all. Climbing up, and pulling each other, we collapsed. I felt tired beyond belief, the others looked worse. Archie worst of all. The swim was a venture for each of us, even myself, and Archie had had to endure it. He looked pale and shaken, his pupils dilating as his anxiety kicked in. We lay there for hours, the sun was coming out from behind the clouds and the the whistling in my ears died down. The flotsam from previous seafarers drifted past us, the storm had washed up more than us. My lips were dry, causing my mouth to stick, making the effort of speaking even less worth while. We lay there in silence as the day passed, the only noise I heard was a distant horn as I drifted off to sleep, and the first comment by Neil, "Terri, we gotta get you to a nail salon."