**Disclaimer!! I only realized that it was a shell of a plan behind the figure after reading other pieces! I thought it was a snowbank or somesuch....So don't be surprised that I don't mention the wreckage - I didn't even see it there XD**

Captain saw a light where a light should not have been. There shouldn't be anything but ice and ocean for miles. Yet, not too far off starboard, a faint and unnatural glow shone through the fog.

Ignoring something so obviously out of place was against Captain's nature, so he didn't. Maneuvering his vessel towards the steady beam, he wondered if this would be his "horror movie moment"; the moment where the main character has the choice to not leave the cabin at night, to not get out of the broken down car, to not open the door marked 'DANGER'. He wondered, and then decided movie moments are for movies, and he was decidedly not in a movie.

As he approached, the Hollywood-instructed lobe of his brain expected the unwavering brightness to disappear and then reignite off in the distance again, leading him, like a siren, further off his intended course. When it remained in place the closer he got, his expectations arranged themselves to believe that upon his arrival, a strange and eerie electronic note would whine into existence. It would herald his abduction to an extraterrestrial vessel hidden in the cloud layer above.

This, also, did not happen.

As a last resort, he pondered what it would be like when he found an untraceable, secret military outpost and was taken into custody for now knowing what he should not know.

"Maybe you should just have turned off your porch light, if you wanted to stay hidden, then" Captain retorted to his imagined apprehenders.

He was only yards away now, and still couldn't make out the source clearly. The last length required disembarking and trekking out on foot. Absolutely worth it, in Captain's opinion, for having a future documentary made about his adventure when he introduced himself to a long-lost and isolated tribe of the Arctic.

His first steps were cautious, as he made judgements about the quality of the ice he was standing on, and the depth of the snow resting on top. A few crunchy paces later, he was standing at a solar-powered, bare LED bulb on a post lodged into the ice.

Nothing happened.

No aliens, no black site operatives, no sirens.

Just cold wind making him more aware of the warmth he had left behind in his control room.

Captain turned to step away, and pulled out his phone - the very least he could do is take a video to see what he could get out of a 30s clip of him and with a sea shanty soundtrack on the #NorthSeaTikTok trend.

That was when he noticed blood spattered across his front-facing screen. He saw the blood on his screen and then he saw the spear protruding from his stomach. You see, where Captain had come to terms with not having been in a movie, he had forgotten that he very well could have been in a short story. In a short story, everyone knows that a surprise murder is the simplest way to crest a suspenseful build-up.

He died a little while later, froze shortly after that, and never did find out what the light was about.