The next afternoon, the trio were actively preparing the Island for the oncoming tempest. Paul assigned Samantha and Will duties and they set to work. Sam walked around the complex, closing storm shutters and locking doors. Will was assigned heavier work, removing unsecured items from the pier and bringing the small boats into their shelter. Paul took the more complex roles, preparing the water system and electrical generator for adverse weather. As he worked over the aged generator, left behind by the Navy, he made sure it had plenty of fuel and oil for multiple days of operation. In the back of his mind, he had a few tricks up his sleeve.
As he strolled from the machinery bunker back to the plantation house, he saw birds fly towards the interior of the Island and noticed looming clouds on the horizon. Everyone had to be prepared when you’re as isolated as this.
He walked around the house and into the kitchen. Samantha was working on dinner while Will made cocktails. Paul looked out the bay windows, covered in dark wood bars to guard against wood and debris. He didn’t mind storms here, it almost felt cozy. The house had been built to extreme tolerances, they were ready.