The last few rays of light peek through the clouds before being consumed by the coming storm. Already, there is a steady fall of rain. Like tiny shards of ice pelting against every surface.

Hugo pours the can of oil steadily into the machine until empty before closing the cap once more and turning the switch. The gears jolt back into wakefulness, and he pats the hull of the base of the machine.

"Don't you worry, girl." he murmurs lowly, "I ain't about to let you run dry anytime soon."

Hugo glances up into the tower, seeing the massive spinning light whirr to life and shine across the surface of the ocean on all sides. He is dreading knowing he needs to make an order for more supplies soon. Normally he manages to order enough for a month or two, then comes the dreadful day he has to communicate with land and request oil, tools, firewood, food, the necessary things to run and live in a lighthouse. All of it supplied funds offered by the government so he can do his job.

Being a lighthouse keeper isn't any sort of pretty or fancy job title... but at least he can keep his distance from his past. From people. From things that haunt him. He is alone out here most always, yes... but he's come to almost perfer it that way. That, or he has grown so accustomed to the lethargy and boredom of the job that maybe he is numb to any sort of discomfort it brings. Just a simple, quiet man...alone on an island. Making sure boats dont run into the rocks before they hit the mainland.

A low bark and energetic howl breaks Hugo out of his thoughts. He looks down the spiral stairs to see Spartan tapping his feet against the wood floor and wagging his tail, panting happily. The Great Dane-Husky howls again, and Hugo rolls his eyes.

"Alright, you big goof. I get it, you're hungry. Light comes on, big boy needs his belly full. Everyday, just like clockwork..." he murmurs as he makes his way down the staircase to his dog waiting patiently at the bottom.