Angie was caught on a large wave, sweeping her speedily towards the island. With a scream, the wave crashed as she was thrown near the shore. Kicking her legs, she lay down on the shore, belly down, waves still washing over her.
She was unmoving for a few moments, before she flipped over and panted.
Caleb coughed up seawater, shaking his head to clear it. He was coated in gritty, salty sand on every part of his body, but he was alive. He sat up and took a few deep breaths. "Is everyone okay?" he asked.
Kylee glanced around the island. It was raining so hard that she could barely see her companions scattered along the shore. She held a hand over her eyes and pointed to a shape of trees. "There," she said. "A forest."
Simon tripped over a large something that he couldn't see, got up and continued forward. The rain and wind had depleted a bit, but they were still just as awful. He saw a flash of light then the low booming of thunder.