1900 Hurricane Two (Florida Keys)
A Category 4 hurricane devastates Key West, flooding streets, collapsing buildings, and forcing residents to scramble for shelter in the few remaining sturdy structures. Characters—a fisherman, mayor,
Setting
A flooded street in Key West, surrounded by collapsed wooden buildings and debris. The storm surge has turned the roads into rivers, and the few remaining sturdy structures are packed with desperate residents.
Characters
Fisherman
primary
A rugged, sun-weathered man in his late 40s with a wiry build, deeply tanned skin from years at sea, and salt-and-pepper hair plastered to his forehead by the rain. His hands are calloused and strong, with rope burns visible from recent struggles with his boat.
Mayor
primary
A middle-aged man with a sturdy build, standing about 5'10" with a weathered face, deep-set eyes, and a thick mustache. His hair is graying at the temples, and his hands are calloused from years of manual labor before entering politics.
Nurse
secondary
A woman in her early 30s with a sturdy, practical build, her face showing signs of exhaustion but determination. Her hair is pulled back tightly into a bun, with strands escaping from the humidity and exertion. Her hands are steady but bear small cuts and callouses from her work.
Child
secondary
A young boy of about 7 years old, slight and wiry from a life of running and playing. His dark hair is plastered to his head from the rain, and his wide brown eyes reflect the terror of the storm. His skin is tanned from the Florida sun, but now pale with fear and cold.
Shopkeeper
background
A middle-aged man with a wiry build, sun-weathered skin, and salt-and-pepper hair slicked back by the rain. His face is lined with worry, and his hands are rough from years of handling goods. His rolled-up sleeves reveal strong forearms marked with old scars.
Dialog
Fisherman
Tie off to the lee side or she'll drag us all to Neptune's locker!
Mayor
Leave that blasted boat and get these people to the customs house NOW!
Nurse
Hold still now—this'll sting but you'll be right as rain.
Fisherman
Ain't no customs house gonna feed us come winter!
Mayor
By God's grace we'll worry about winter when we're not drowning in it!
Nurse
Hush now, sugar—see that big strong men are keeping us safe.
Fisherman
Storm surge coming faster'n a spooked barracuda—move or be moved!