<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste eyed the towering clouds that looked to be on an approach.  She wasn't certain if she preferred being on the plane or on the ground when it hit.  She had never paid enough attention enough to figure out the relative speed of a plane compared to a storm.  Her attention shifted to the docks as Lucienne pointed out the lack of boats, but she gave a dismissive shrug.<br/><br/>"Evacuated, perhaps."  She said, echoing Mattie.  "Or out fishing, or maybe replaced by modern conveyances."  It was not her first concern, and she moved a few steps to watch the man called Abraham moving the mail about.  "Or who knows, maybe we are a group of young white women about to be sold into slavery."  She turned her head to look at the others with an amused smirk on her lips.<br/><br/>It seemed wise to stay near the boat, it also seemed wise to unload things as quickly as possible.  Celeste glanced around to see if there was anything else that might need moving into the warehouse from the plane.  If so, she moved to lift it and carry it towards the warehouse.  It would give her an excuse to snoop, and there were few things she enjoyed more.