Night comes and passes, like the tide waxes and wanes. It is a nice summer day, with nice, puffy clouds, and the sea is a calm blue, lightly washing over the rocks. The fields are a a nice blend of green and tan, with grass and wheat flowing gracefully and gently to the tune of a calm summer breeze.
Today, you decide to head to town, and be with your wife for those few times you are free from your marriage to the tower upon the rocks. You climb over the rocks and boulders which act as the steps between the spire and the docks. You climb in your small ship, and feed the engine coal. The ship, happy with its meal, burps up steam, and comes to life, making its way back home, a route well traveled in the blue roads of the tides.
You safely arrive upon the docks of Red Rock, and the small town is bustling with activity, as usual. Fishers fishing, butchers painting cleavers red, and tanners taming the skins of the wild. You walk along, to see that church has just finished its sermon, and among the crowds leaving its door, comes along your wife, surprised and joyful of your surprise return from the lighthouse. You both hug and exchange loving words before strolling towards your humble home. As you enter the door, you see your wife immediately begin making a meal, commenting that you've haven't had a proper meal in days, and she will personally rectify the horrid travesty that is.
So, what's your further course of action?