His shouts were largely swallowed by the gale.
Wind and sand buffeted them from all directions. Charlie River handed him a towel to cover his mouth and nose. Everyone wore sunglasses; the bonfire had long since been extinguished.
They could only use powerful flashlights for illumination.
All food and water had been gathered together, and the Arabians had even led over their tall camels.
The camels were forcibly positioned around the tents, acting as windbreaks to ensure the light, fragile structures wouldn't be blown away by the raging wind.
Inside the tent, Sophie Sullivan sat restlessly. Hearing the howling outside, a wave of fear washed over her.
Not to mention humans, even the enormous camels were agitated by the wind and sand, whinnying as they struggled, trying to break free.
The Arabians struggled to control the camels. Several of them grew frantic, suddenly rearing up and spinning in place.
