Ripley stood infront of the museum entrance with the handful of students who agreed to volunteer to help him move the collection of priceless goods.
It was raining slightly, but the storm clouds were dark on the horizon and several of the lower-lying buildings had already been evacuated. Even though the Manta Carlos Museum, with its imposing columns against a somewhat modest brick exterior, was higher up on the island, Ripley still needed help boarding up the place.
He was dressed in his usual black turtleneck and pants. He wrung his hands.
"It's really important that we get my, uh, cargo out, without harming them. They're quite priceless" he said, his voice soft. He was almost impossible to hear over the roar of the wind. He had with him several large crates padded with hay.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
It was raining slightly, but the storm clouds were dark on the horizon and several of the lower-lying buildings had already been evacuated. Even though the Manta Carlos Museum, with its imposing columns against a somewhat modest brick exterior, was higher up on the island, Ripley still needed help boarding up the place.
He was dressed in his usual black turtleneck and pants. He wrung his hands.
"It's really important that we get my, uh, cargo out, without harming them. They're quite priceless" he said, his voice soft. He was almost impossible to hear over the roar of the wind. He had with him several large crates padded with hay.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
