Finally, the onslaught of coconuts was over, and Emmanuelle was able to get a good look at the damage. Or, you know, as good a look as one could get with sand flying around. All she saw were a couple of minor scratches and bruises. Which was good, she guessed. She just clinging desperately to her tree, wishing that she had chosen to go in the hut after all. Being called a coward for the rest of the term couldn't be as bad as what was happening now.

Em looked up at the neighboring tree suddenly, hearing an ominous cracking sound. Dear Merlin, the tree looked like it was about to topple! She started trying to shuffle around to the other side of her tree, but it was to late. With a loud, sick crack, the tree fell and Em was trapped under a ton of palm fronds, unable to move.

Well, at least I can't get blown away now.