“Oh, man.” Stephen spoke over Jimmy’s nervous chatter, “I didn’t know there was a storm.”
“Don’t worry about it, boys.” His mother smiled as she entered the room. “We’re far enough in from the coast.”
“But, Mom,” Jimmy whined. “A hurricane.”
She cut him off. “All we’ll get is some wind and a lot of rain.”
“Shouldn’t we evacuate? What about Dad’s ship?” His father was the executive officer, making him second in command. Not easily persuaded that a Category 2 hurricane would be “just a nuisance,” Jimmy continued his protest.
Stephen’s head swiveled with excitement as his hosts debated the wisdom of evacuation and the need to “batten down the hatches,” as Jimmy called it. Squids, Stephen thought in exasperation, using an unflattering name for naval personnel he had once heard his father use when he was frustrated by his Navy counterparts.
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