(these were intended as chapter-breakers)


The clouds roll in, and the rain starts coming down, creating a thick grey veil to see the world through, lashing at the deck and roof. The wind has stayed at breeze level, which is a blessing. No chance of them getting thrown about, though it does mean that the rain is whipping right into their faces and against the windows. The main problem is that visibility is near zero. In the distance, the lighthouse can be seen, a weak light through the rain, and they're only sure it's the lighthouse as they can't see any others at this distance from the coast. Before the rain came down, they weren't that far off it.

This is 1920s Upstairs-Downstairs Romance (note the capital R), titled 'And Straight On 'Til Morning'.

( Meet Sam. And everyone else. )

(there were supposed to be others aside from the first couple, but they never got written during nano, so...)

It's a clear day with a following breeze. The sea is relatively calm, ripples across the surface that end on the beach or splash against the shore and base of the cliffs, troubling no-one. The sky's mostly blue, with the occasional cloud scudding across it. On the horizon is a line of grey cloud. Rain coming in later. The boat is coming up on the Cornish coast, a scattering of cliffs, beaches, brush and bramble. It's not pretty or particularly dramatic in the way of other coastlines, just there. Hewn by the wind and sea and pared down to something that'll withstand what the sea throws at it. It doesn't look particularly menacing, but any sailor with half an ounce of sense knows the toll this coastline takes on the unwary and the prepared alike, reefs and rocks lurking below the surface of the murky water, impenetrable due to the sediment churned up from the bottom by the constant current, the weather changing in minutes from clear blue skies to storms on a whim.