Lighthouse tenders Le Gleo, Itchoua, and George G. are trapped by rats. Their first night under this sea of filth brought tension so thick you could cut it just like butter. The men were paranoid that a window may come loose, an opening they missed was being flooded with the wretched creatures. Eventually, they lit up the lighthouse's light, blinding some of the horde. The rats that stayed in the dark side of the lantern carefully watched the men with unharmed eyes. The next day let off some of the tension. Now, the rats were seen as amusing, trying to get through the heavy duty glass window. Unfortunately, the crew was soon reminded of their responsibilities by the terrible smell that overpowered the oil. rat smell. The poisonous smell wanted them to get out. However, the instant an opening appeared, it would be closed by the swarm of rats. The next day brought even more terrible realization. One of the men's window's tin sheet slipped. They repaired it fine, but this was only a grim reminder of what would happen should ever the window itself pave a path for the rats.
"A few millimeters of glass, luckily very strong, separated our faces from their gleaming, beady eyes, their sharp claws and teeth."
Ha ha! This is hilarious, right Itchoua?
"That first night, the tension was so great that we could not sleep. Every moment, we felt that some opening had been made, some window given way, and that our horrible besiegers were pouring through the breach.
What a foul odor, we need to get out of here as soon as possible!
If that window gives way, they can change the name of this place to Six Skeleton Key.
"With the coming of darkness we lit the light and the turning beam completely maddened the beasts. As the light turned, it successively blinded thousands of rats crowded against the glass, while the dark side of the lantern room gleamed with thousands of points of light, burning like the eyes of jungle beasts in the night."
Here, let's fix this.
"The next day we were calmer and amused ourselves teasing the rats, placing our faces against the glass which separated us. They could not fathom the invisible barrier which separated them from us, and we laughed as we watched them leaping against the heavy glass."
"But the day after that, we realized how serious our position was. The air was foul; even the heavy smell of oil within our stronghold could not dominate the fetid odor of the beasts massed around us."
"The morning of the fourth day, at early dawn, I saw the wooden framework of my window, eaten away from the outside, sagging inwards. I called my comrades and the three of us fastened a sheet of tin in the opening, sealing it tightly."