There was nothing else to be done.
The cold had become intense.

The storm demon had broken loose in all its fury and was lashing sea and land in wild frenzy.

The shrieking wind, the dull, thunderous pounding of the waves upon the rocks and the hiss of driving snow, filled the air with a tumult that was little less than terrifying.
No man unsheltered could have survived an hour upon the exposed rocks of the blizzard-swept island, and cold and shivering as he was, Bobby gave thanks for his narrow little cover under the boat, which in contrast to the world outside appealed to him now as an exceedingly snug retreat.

It was safe for a little while, at least, and here he hoped he might have the strength to weather the storm in safety.
And while he lay and listened to the roar and tumult of the storm, presently he became aware that he was growing warmer.

His shivering ceased.