The Terrible Storm

        It was an extremely hot day on the Cay and in fact the hottest day we have ever had yet. I heard a sudden shooting sound and was a little scared but at the same time happy because we could get rescued. I asked Timothy what it was and he said that it was the ocean and it was a sign of a hurricane. I was terrified, the firs hurricane that i would ever been in was when i was blind and with Timothy and not my parents.

       Timothy was talking about the storm, how bad it would be, and what to do. He first tied the water keg to a strong palm trunk and then tied the remaining rope that he had made for me. 

        The storm was on its way, Timothy was describing the sky to me dark, fiery. I was very scared. Then one little breeze came by and then we knew the storm had starred. It got stronger and stronger every time. The water kept getting higher and higher from my ankles to my knees to my hips and then came a huge wave came and went all the way over my head. I was drenched from head to toe is cold icy water. 

          We got to the eye of the hurricane and it was quiet all you could hear were the waves crashing. Timothy saw me and tied me to the tree then the next wave came it was double the size then the other big one. I was shivering a lot then another big wave came and i went unconscious and i think Timothy did too. 

          When the storm was over I woke up and called for Timothy there was no answer then the next minute i heard him right next to me he woke up and asked if I was OK then went back to sleep. I went back to sleep also and woke up at about dawn.

           I called for Timothy, I realized he was still on the sand and all I could hear was mumbling then it was dead silent.

                                          TIMOTHY WAS DEAD!  

           I didn't cry because I was too sad to cry but then I felt a fluffy thing come it it made me a little less lonely..... it was Stew Cat. I have to go now.

Love,

Phillip Enright Jr.