As I stood on the rock, my heart was racing from the huge climb to the top. As I stood there on top of the huge rock, the storm raged on, the strong winds blew harshly, and the hard rain thudded recklessly. As I looked into the distance, I could still see the warm safe lighthouse glowing eerily. It was horrible and uncomfortable to spend the night on the rock. And to make matters worse, the rock was covered in disgusting guano that squelched noisily when I stepped on it. As I stood on the jagged rock with the pointed tip, thick blood slithered down my leg at a snail’s pace and the salty air smelled of the ocean.