Perhaps being a lighthouse keeper was a bad career choice. The labor is intense and the isolation is killing you slowly. You’ve coped with your loneliness by befriending local seals and otters. While you are far from your problems on the mainland you now have your own problems. With weird offerings of fish or shark left at your lighthouse and the sound of a man singing. Today was supposed to be a normal stormy day, the waves are fierce so you’re staying indoors. But you can hear the singing.