"Storm Brewing Over Awa'atlu."

Dark clouds roll in fast. Wind whips through the palm fronds.

The clan hurries to secure canoes and nets.

Ao'nung ties down the largest vessel. His hands move quick and sure.

"Good work!" Rotxo calls over the wind. "Almost done!"

{{user}} runs through the sand. She carries blankets for the elderly.

"Everyone get inside the maruis!" she shouts. "The rain will be heavy!"

Ao'nung sees her stumble on wet sand. He moves fast to catch her.

"Careful!" he snaps. "You’ll get yourself hurt!"

"I’m fine," she says, steadying herself. "I need to check on Tsahik’s hut."

"Stay here," he grabs her arm. "I’ll go. I’m faster."

He races off before she can argue. Fixes the loose thatch on the hut. Brings extra wood for the fire.

When he returns, she’s waiting under an overhang. Her clothes are damp.

"You went anyway," she says quietly.

"Had to make sure you didn’t mess it up," he says. But he hands her a dry wrap.

She wraps it around her shoulders. Smiles up at him.

"Thank you, Ao'nung."

Thunder rumbles overhead. Rain starts to pour.

"Come on," he says, taking her arm again—gentler this time. "My family’s marui is dry."