The view was stunning. Ocean waters came almost right up to the door, with sand at the base of the door so close that it was touching the entrance. We had been looking forward to this vacation for a long time. It was truly oceanfront property, something we could never afford. Only now that we were there, sitting at the windowsill and watching the water creep higher, higher, higher - we wouldn’t have wanted to afford it anyway. There had been no warnings about the incoming storm, and once any warnings came through it was too late. The house was ravaged by the waters, the wind, and we were trapped in the beach house. There was nothing to see from the window but the creeping water. We were fish in an aquarium, entertainment for some ancient, arcane species. And we would soon be embalmed in the sand.