Three convicts that escaped from Cayenne in a stolen dugout canoe,who wrecked on a rock during the night,managed to escape the sea but eventually died of hunger and thirst and was later discovered in three heaps of bones.
One misstep and you would fall into the sea not that drowning was a risk but the waters around our island swarmed with huge sharks that patrolled the base of the light.
Eight days went by and on the ninth night after my return, Itchoua who was on night duty called Le Gleo and me,sleeping in our rooms in the middle of the tower at two in the morning and when we got there Itchoua pointed his finger,we saw a big three-master with sails set heading straight for the light
Watching her sailing dead for us a white wave boiling under her bow,Le Gleo cried out "Whats wrong with her crew?,can they see us?,Are they drunk?
Thousands of heads rose,To them we wee just fresh meat,luckily we hid behind a few milimeters of glass as there teeth grated against glass and there constant screaming and smells that came from there body's. There we were prisoned in our own light.
Risking the treacherous reefs the tug dragged the barge that had fresh meat on it intill the rats left the rocks and went on the barge they brought the barge a mile off shore and lit it on fire all the rats were dead.