The sea was a relentless foe, constantly tossing him from his mark, constantly trying to deter his search, and yet, his eyes were fastened on the horizon!
The sailor's faithful heart held tightly to the hope of land. So much so that at times he believed he saw the familiar harbor and home. When the mirage faded, he still held his gaze to the horizon, searching and seeking. Seeking more than any sailor who had ever sailed the seas on such a darkened, soulless night! He did all that he knew to do with no stars to guide him. He searched the horizon.
Finally, when his were more than weary, and his heart was laden with sorrow, he was rewarded. A glimmer on the horizon. A lighthouse.