The Show Has Begun

*An Hour Ago*

The portyard was buzzed with workers who were waiting for the arrival of a highly important shipment from Country R. Workers ran around, shouting orders at each other as the ship neared the dock.

A group of workers were atop a lighthouse, looking through the binoculars for any signs of the ship. The light rotated above their heads, searching for the vehicle which had already crossed the border of their sea hours ago.

The sky was clear that night albeit a little foggy. But the ship was expected to make a smooth sail and arrive safely as per their predictions. The fog was beginning to swirl in the south. One of the men zoomed his binoculars.

"I see it!" he shouted and rang a siren. The siren's loud roar pierced through the busy port and all the workers looked up in the direction the light was now pointing at.