Because she loves it down by the water, Carmen Dedeaux sat here one afternoon in August 2005, marveling at how calm the Gulf of Mexico can be. She was comfortable. She often spent summer nights at the beach, sitting on the seawall. She knew that the calm wouldn’t last because the Gulf was preparing to fuel one of the hurricanes that work their way past Cuba, turn in the wrong direction, and suck tremendous amounts of energy from the warm surface waters. They thunder in the Gulf for days, growing bigger and bigger, then slam into the shoreline, sometimes just making a mess, sometimes wrecking everything in their way, and sometimes making a disaster.