Elijah took one look at the approaching clouds and knew they were in for a pretty good beating.  It wasn't the first such storm they had weathered  and certainly wouldn't be the last.  They had learned after the first few to get everything as secure as they could...and no matter how secure they thought it was, that there would be cleanup as Mother Nature asserted her dominance over man once again.  The only good thing about the storms was the flotsam and jetsam that always seemed to come ashore following a big one.<br/><br/>Elijah turned back to the still, grabbed what liquor there was, and tied down everything the best he could.  That done, he headed back to where the other men had arrived back from the lagoon.<br/><br/>"Come and get it!  Last batch before the storm hits.  Only a little rain to dilute it."<br/><br/>Elijah filled his treasured plastic water bottle with the brew, wondering yet again how the liquor didn't manage to burn a hole in the plastic.  Then he headed to his hut to make sure everything was off the soon to be flooding ground and tied together.<br/><br/>Finally he took a swig and headed back to the others to see if anyone needed help or anything before the main front washed over them.