Chapter Fifty
September 7th, 6:22 AM
Temperature: 88 degrees
Winds: 7 MPH
Pressure: 29.948 bars
Rain: 0 inches
Alfred slept poorly that night, unable to shake the image of birds flocking from the island. Much to his relief, Isaac and Joseph were huddled over the storm map when he burst into the office the next morning. He threw his sack onto his desk without taking his eyes off the men.
“I think the storm is in the gulf,” he blurted.
Isaac watched him momentarily and returned to the map as Joseph drew in a breath.
“We agree.”
“You’ve seen the tides?”
Alfred stepped up to the table, and Joseph furrowed his brow.
“The tides? No, New Orleans sent a telegram early this morning that they are experiencing rough seas and increased winds. They believe it could be the effect of the stor
