The lighting flashed brightly across the sky, the smell of rain was in the air but none had yet to touch the dark ground. Another flash and a sudden crash nearby made the old man shudder. He quickly rowed faster looking at the dark figure who sat calmly in the boat with him. "Mister, do dis storm bother ye at all?"
The figure calmly but sternly replied, "Row on old man and quickly or you may soon find you will be losing more than your pay."
The old man just nodded his head and tried to pick up the pace. The old man only took the stranger because he was desperate for money. Now he was wondering if any amount of money was worth the dangerous situation, in which he found himself.
The storm seem to release its full fury, the lighting increasing in frequency as it flashed the deafening thunder almost was heard at the same time. The storm has upon them and the wind seemed to whip them around. The only saving grace was the fact the wind was working in the old man's favor, he wasn't fighting against it. Finally through the heavy driving rain, he saw it.
"Mister, dat be it up der," He quickly ran his boat ashore so the sole passenger could quickly disembark.
"You will wait here." The hooded figure commanded as he tied the rope to a stump.
"Mister, da storm" the old man pleaded.
"You wish to leave me here?"
"Mister, I need shelter."
"Then I am done with you." With that he, raised his arm and it seems the river came up to grab the old man. He fell into the river and disappeared into its darkness.
The hooded figure turned and continued his journey up to the small hut with a small glow telling that someone was indeed inside.