Hot Danger

The lighthouse was not really that far. It is still functional and looked new even it's decades old. It stretched few meters away from the shore. The gate was locked at the entrance of the bridge which connects to the lighthouse. 

"Well, I think we have to settle by watching it at a distance," he remarked.

"You give up easily, Mr. Guitar Guy," I teased.

"Guitar Guy?" he said amusingly. "Well, your Mr. Guitar Guy is sorry to inform you that I don't have the key to this gate."

"Well, it happens that you're with me, so I know a way in."

"Well, Miss Gate Keeper, lead the way." I laughed when he gestured me to open the gate. Instead, we went down the shore and looked for the secret stairs underneath the bridge that Dad was talking about. The next thing we knew we were climbing up the winding stairs as we passed by the control room, bedroom, living quarters, service room until we arrived to the gallery outside. We're twenty meters above the sea.