By the time going, my father checked the barometer. At the afternoon, he couldn’t ignore what it was telling him. Finally, he tapped the glass one more time, went pale, and flew the storm-warning signal. ‘Guys,’ he said. It was time to let us go.
We shortened said and turned toward the shore. I started to get frightened, because I can feel of something bad will happen. I was cold, soaked to the skin, numb and senseless in the persecution wind. Twice I clashed with Zeke on the fore deck. ‘Mr. Hart, you go inside now,’ he said, but I keep stayed on the deck, crouched miserably in the shelter of the wheelhouse. Because of the wet weather, and the darkness of the sky, therefore we can’t find all the other luggers, and we had also lost the position of each other.
At three o’clock, the full of power cyclone hit us, when we were just six miles out. All we can do was let all the anchors go, let it to keep our lugger keep in stable, and we also take off the top hamper, fasten the hatches and ride it out. The crew went below, Zeke joined my father and me in the cabin. I tapped the barometer -27.72 degrees. After tapped the barometer, my father feel very disappointed and raised his hands to his face in dismay. I had never seen he looks like this disappointed expression.’ I’ve put you all in danger,’ he signed. ‘Sorry Zeke, sorry, son.’ I make a wrong decision.
I grew alarmed. Will we going to die?
Then the wind dropped. The IDA PENROSE continues to pitch and yaw strongly, it was like it was going to break it to half, but the howling was gone from our ears. We were in the windless eye of the storm, suffering a strange, silent, ceaseless battering, and I remember that I felt acutely attuned to disaster, waiting for the wind to revisit us. Breaking out a bottle. We got a little taste.
Suddenly my father jumped to his feet. He told me ‘ do you know what am I thinking? And you both blue with cold.’ When I turn around, I can see through Zeke’s faded pajamas, my father in a...