"Ye'll manage," Rose tried to comfort her.

As soon as they stepped outside, the wind caught her shawl and skirts and began to pull at them. Cold rain beat the side of her face. Even in the short amount of time she had spent in Lory's home, the storm had gotten worse. Poor father, poor Tom and Simon, having to walk such a long way back to Whitby in this horrible weather. At least they had made it back to shore. She hoped everyone had.

"We'll be soaked! Let's run!" she shouted over the winds and she began to run, still holding Lory's hand. Lory was much taller than her. She should be able to keep up.