A glossy medal, which holds a wild fire of the purest of whites. Jewels like this used to be hung from the mainmast, to capture the bright lights that appear on the high seas. It aids the connection with the Miracle, accelerating the use of the Prayers.
A livid fire arose from the top of the mast, a tongue of fire sometimes white, sometimes blue, dancing wildly and seeming not to diminish at all despite the terrible storm that fell upon us. It was the torch of the Father's finger, pointing down from on high to our boat. The furious light opened up a path through the night and guided us through the storm.