Ann sat huddled in a musty old blanket staring intensely at the sea glistening in the moonlight. She nervously ran her shivering fingers through her hazelnut hair. Ann knew her brother Thomas had only survived the war because of luck, but finally he was coming home on the Iolaire. Suddenly a loud crack pierced the air! Ann looked up. What was that? Another loud crack as some seagulls flew above. She could see a massive pearly white shape being tossed in the navy-blue water and collapse in the strong waves. It looked as though the ship had cracked at the reef. There was a person who took a rope as long as a house, and threw it to land. A tall figure with midnight black hair climbed along the rope Ann had seen. It was Thomas! Other men had climbed the rope but unfortunately, they slipped off because a wave thrashed over and they sank under the sea. Ann could see several bodies lying in the water, not moving. Thomas was so close when a humongous wave came crashing down upon a strong rope pushing him off and shaking the brown rough rope. Then he emerged from the strong fierce water. Ann trembled with fear but he didn’t seem to be hurt. Instead, he swam back to shore. Thomas, his ruffled messy hair dropping from the water ran to Ann, and they instantly embraced. He had scars and bruises, but he was still Ann’s Thomas.