Between the sets, the crew would all open the door at the top of the lighthouse. As the storm brew windier and stronger, the door became harder to open. Regardless of the small leaks in the bottom of the tower, these crew members had one desire and one desire only; to live. Beside one another, the men were writing letters to their loved ones and praying that the storm will spare them. Far from over, the storm produced a gust of wind like to other. Outside, there was water sprayed 30 metres in the air, there were even trees flying out of the ground on the shore-line. Up on top of the lighthouse, the tiles were sliding off the 100-year-old concrete that once held together the lighthouse that towered over the ocean. Since the storm has begun, this old relic has slowly gotten weaker by the minute. In addition to the wind and the horizontal rain the lightning and was now the only light that the men were seeing. After about 3 hours of constant terror, everything slowed down. With all of this decrease in whether the men knew exactly what was happening; they were in the eye of the storm. Despite all the hope from the men, they knew that they were going to drown in their fear.