Night Beacon

Night fell over our giant table ship, and rolling that glass marble around in the dark was too risky! I needed to keep our treasure safe while we slept. I hauled stiff Trunks right over to our white napkin tent near the umbrella hole. Right in front of our camp, I shoved the marble hard until it sank into a deep splintered groove in the weathered cedar plank. It glowed faint with the evening sky light like a real harbor lighthouse! I planted my back against Trunks' rigid shoulder, kicked off the cold breeze, and took first watch over our shining beacon.