Nor'easter

I was trapped on an island off the Northeast coast and, as usual, a hurricane was approaching. Adam and his sister were there, and I followed them from our island home to a bobbing dinghy where we huddled under the dirty mainsail.

Adam knew how bad the storm was, but he wouldn't tell me, since he knew how I would react. Inexplicably, we all climbed out of the boat and went back to the house to hunker down, and I stewed while Adam's sister arranged stockpiled boxes of Pop Tarts on the carpet.