Hurricane Marco

On November, 1996, my family and I were on a cruise ship touring the Virgin Islands and we had an encounter with a hurricane. In the morning, the sky became cloudy, and the weather became cold. I was only about seven years old, but I knew that something was wrong. We were on the coast, and the weather was supposed to be nice, and the sun should be shining. The captain of the ship told everyone that they needed to stay on board, and that the ship would not be stopping at Turtle Island. I was devastated. Out of the whole trip, that was spot that I was looking forward to the most. The weather became horrific, and the waves in the ocean became huge. No one on the ship knew what was going on, and everyone became frightened. The captain then told everyone to go to there rooms, and not to come out until further notified by crew members. Once the weather toned down, we were able to make a stop in Puerto Rico, and we called my dad. He sounded thrilled to talk to us, and then he told us that we were on the edge of Hurricane Marco. After all, my mom heard that, we then realized why everything happened on the ship that happened.