The storm was still a few hours out, so while Jared gathered supplies for us to stay hunkered down for a few days, I explored the little village.
All the little huts were made of wood and thatch. They didn’t look all that sturdy.
I went to the outside of our hut and knocked on the wall with my fist.
The knock echoed through the hollow room on the other side.
Nodding, I stepped back. It did feel sturdy enough. I noticed other people coming in with supplies, too. Apparently, this was the place to come when hiding out from a big sea storm like the one approaching.
There were other people there too–locals. I could tell they lived there because some of them had little gardens outside their huts or their kids were playing together.
It was a very simple, quiet place to have families, raise kids, and live.
