It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled woolfisly as the rain poured down the face of the cliff, at times blinding young Winston. Lightning struck all around him. Still, he pulled and clawed his way on the rocks, determined to make it up to the top, to safety. Then, suddenly, the cliff gave way and Winston fell to his death on the jagged rocks below. The crabs that lived in the bay would feast well this day.