Dusty slept no better in the shelter than he had the boat. He hadn't been having any issues until the storm rolled it, and it was what had woke him him again, a branch slung against the side of the shack, the heavy pounding of rain a constant at that point. He had not realized Caelan had pulled the trundle out, and when he stepped out of bed, and stumbled over the blond, cussing as he righted himself. He found his damp pack of cigarettes on the porch, even more annoyed as he looked to the state of the weather, and the rivers. Water had already risen and they would find themselves in a sorry state if they tried to boat out during the storm.<br/><br/>Instead, he went back inside to place his cigarettes near the stove, where they would have a chance to dry, and went back out in search of more usable firewood and the moonshine from the boat. He came back soaked again, with both in tow. Wet wood, at least, which he dropped to dry out a bit more on the porch before adding it to the remaining coals. They didn't really need a fire, he supposed, but having access to it for food would be helpful if they were stuck for a bit. There would be no hope of starting a fire from scratch with the wet wood, so keeping the one they had going was important.<br/><br/>"We stuck out heah until dis passes," Dusty informed Caelan, taking the lid off the mason jar and getting started on his vices early. There wasn't much else to do, besides, and it would at least stave off the nicotine withdrawl until his pack of cigarettes could dry out. He noticed the cobbler had been set aside so as to not burn, and the table had been righted. He moved to skim the top of the broth and added the rest of the fish filets they had not smoked the night before like he had intended to. He had eaten food that had sat out longer and wasn't worried about it.