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You can't remember how many days you've been adrift. The lack of food and little potable water has sapped your will, strength and dulled your senses. There, in the distance you see it! The beckoning light of a lighthouse. Frantically you dog paddle on your chunk of life-sustaining debris. Nearer and nearer towards the beacon you paddle. Finally coming to a low beach to the side of the lighthouse. As you drag yourself through the shallows, she is there, a helping angel bringing you safely to dry land. Peering into you eyes, she holds a tiny cup of grog to your lips,