The Cay by Theodore Taylor

The first drops of rain start to fall after dark. Before long, the wind turns cool and begins blowing steadily. The surf crashes furiously, and slithering creatures, seeking higher ground, are seemingly everywhere in and around the hut.

Suddenly, there is a splintering sound, and the shelter comes apart and blows away. Phillip and Timothy drop to the ground, with Timothy covering Phillip’s body with his own. They lie flat on the sand for almost two hours, “taking the storm’s punishment, barely able to breathe in the driving rain.” The sea finally reaches the hilltop, forcing Timothy and Phillip to race to the palm.

Placing Phillip safely in front of him against the tree, Timothy loops their arms through the rope and stands with his back to the storm. The water rises around their ankles, and then to their knees, but Timothy holds on firmly, still sheltering Phillip with his body as the water tries to suck them away. After about an hour, the storm suddenly abates, and Timothy says they can relax a bit as the eye of the hurricane passes. Although Timothy tells Phillip that he is all right, the old man sits with his head cradled in his arms, “making...small noises, like a hurt animal.”

After a brief respite, the wind and rain start up again, and Phillip and Timothy return to the palm. The second half of the storm is even worse than the first. Near the end, a wave crashes over their heads, causing them to lose consciousness. When Phillip awakens, the storm is almost gone, but Timothy sags behind him, cold and limp. Phillip finds it difficult to untangle himself and Timothy from the palm, and when Timothy falls senseless to the ground, there is little he can do other than just sit by him and hold his hand.

Timothy recovers...