A Gust of High-Seas Trouble

A sudden swirl of breeze whipped right across the open balcony tiles! My crunchy leaf island began to rattle, and the wooden clothes-peg flagpole wobbled dangerously on its stem. I pushed my orange hull straight into the wind, leaning way forward over the prow to catch the base before it tipped into the abyss. With a quick clack, my fingers grabbed the wooden prongs and slammed them flat against a heavy grey balcony pebble. It locked securely into place against the stone! No rogue typhoon can sink my beacon on my watch, hahahaha!