The storm came from nowhere. Lieutenant Jack Morrison of the US Coast Guard guided his cutter through towering waves, struggling to reach a fishing boat in distress. The radio crackled with static, then went dead. The compass spun wildly.
Then, through the rain, he saw it—a lighthouse, standing on a rocky outcrop that wasn’t on any chart. Its beam cut through the darkness, warm and steady.
“Follow the light,” Jack told his helmsman.
The cutter turned, battling the waves, heading toward the impossible beacon. As they approached, the sea calmed. The rain stopped. The lighthouse loomed