From the beach, the Lady Isle, forged from molten rock, with its unmaned lighthouse, resembled a giant submarine; its job to protect boats from the perilous and pirated rocks.
Arran, the sleeping giant, lay silent and still in the background, shrouded in mist, resting atop the sea. The water did not move, not even a shimmer broke across the mirrored surface.
Stretching as far as the eye could see, the sea joined with the grey sky at the horizon, blurring the separation between air and water.
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