D'Tempis

When the hurricane went over the cay Timothy said. "Tis time." They got everything ready and tied everything they could to trees. Then the wind turned cool and got stronger. Timothy tied a rope around a tall palm tree and Phillip realized why Timothy had used rope so sparingly. It was so they could tie themselves to trees so that they weren't blown away.
The hurricane was definitely hitting the cay by then. The wind was cold and strong. Timothy stood holding the frame of the hut together for as long as possible. Phillip lay in the sand sheltering Stew Cat under him. Phillip heard a splintering sound, the hut had blown away. Timothy yelled "To d'palm," and they ran pushing with all their force against the strong winds.
They got to the palm, and Timothy helped Phillip put his arms under the rope that was tied around the tree. Timothy stood with his back to the wind, taking the full force of the storm and sheltering Phillip. They must have stood there for about an hour being battered by the rain and debris. Finally the wind died down and everything was calm. Timothy yelled "d'eye, we be safe for a while!" They both sat down and rested.
Phillip thought what he knew about hurricanes and remembered that all hurricanes have a calm eye in the middle. After about twenty or thirty minutes the wind picked up sharply. Timothy yelled to stand up. They stood up and again tied themselves to the palm. It was even worse the second time. The water rose higher and higher, then a huge wave swept over them. It must have been about half as high as the palm tree. Phillip choked and struggled. Just as he was about to take a breath another wave swept over them. Phillip lost consciousness and he thought that Timothy did too.
When Phillip woke up Timothy was lying beside him. "Timothy" Phillip said. But Timothy didn't answer. Phillip turned over and put his ear near Timothy's mouth. Timothy was still breathing. Although Phillip was blind he could still work and started untying the ropes binding Timothy to the tree. After about half an hour Timothy was free.
Then Timothy woke up, "Philleep...you...alright?... Be true?..."
"I'm okay Timothy"
"Terrible tempis" Timothy mumbled and went back to sleep. Phillip knew there was little he could do. So he held Timothy's hand, he knew it helped a lot.
Phillip then fell asleep and in the morning, when he woke, put his hand back in Timothy's. It was cold and stiff. Timothy of Charlotte Amalie was dead.
Phillip didn't cry, there were times when he was beyond crying.