On Woody Island, children climbed into the night with flashlights and songbooks as staff rushed supplies uphill, turning fear into an improvised refuge while tsunami alerts echoed across the water. Far away in Cold Bay, buildings swayed and residents braced for the worst, watching maps and waiting for the sea to rise. By morning, the threat had eased and damage was minimal, leaving behind a sobering reminder that in southern Alaska, calm is often just a pause between warnings.
