brace for impact

The water was cold, tumultuous as it smashed against the Atlantis shoreline, each impact like a clap of thunder to Levi's ears. He squinted at the sky about, how it darkened, and the clouds loomed, the wind picking up so fierce even he could sense what was coming. Felt it in his gut, a twisting and instinctual thing, telling him to seek shelter. That even he couldn't outrun, or swim in this case, nature's wrath. The weather had turned so quickly, he was well travelled and knew how to watch the skies, it all had taken him by surprise and now there was nothing left for him to do but react. To find somewhere safe and dry and wait it out.

And yet this island was a stranger to him. He'd spied it in the distance, its pointed shape stood out proud and clear on calm days, but as to where he'd best seek shelter was a mystery. Should he venture further in land or try to wait it out on the shore? Well...with the risk of coastal flooding there was no way he was going to stand around on the beach. Even on high ground. And aside from slanted rocks there was little of note, nothing or nowhere to get him out of the downpour. To shield him from the howling winds that grew louder and louder with each passing moment.

So inland he pressed, ears pinned against his skulls as he moved towards the trees that tremored and shook. Preferably he'd find somewhere away from them, lest they were uprooted by the winds.