VOCABULARY: The rain sounded like bullets hitting on the dried palm frond roof. We ran out into it, shouting and letting the fresh water hit our bodies. It was cool and felt good. Timothy yelled that his __________________ was working and had made a large trough that would catch the rain.

VOCABULARY:Timothy had been cut to ribbons by the wind, which drove the rain and tiny grains of sand before it. It had ____________ his back and legs until there were very few places that weren't cut.

VOCABULARY:"B'gettin' his own self a lizzard, mebbe, mebbe," he answered, but there was something ___________ in his voice.

VOCABULARY:Timothy did not answer, but turned back, I guess, to watch the sea again. I could imagine those bloodshot eyes, set in that _____________(large), scarred black face, sweeping over the sea.

VOCABULARY:Feeling it everywhere under my feet, I knew that the cay was littered with ___________. I started cleaning the camp area, or what was left of it. I piled all the palm fronds, frayed by the wind, in one place; sticks of wet driftwood in another.