It was a dark and stormy night, at the Pirate Academy. The storm of the century. The harsh, howling winds and the bullet shower like rain whipped against the closed windows of the student dorms'; carrying with it bits and pieces of the trees by the beach, sand, and salt water from the dark gray and black ocean. Though all ships were carried inland, only a fool would have decided to remain in their cabins and wait out the storm there like scared rabbits from a blood sport fox. All the students retired to their dorm room on the academy grounds. Thunder bellowed like a galloping herd of wild stallions and lightning struck with such force as if God himself were trying to down the earth itself. In their dorm room, snug and warm under think blankets of feather; safe from the battle outside, the girls from the Eldorado and the Aurora slept soundly in their bunk beds.

All except one that is.

The captain of the Eldorado, Alisea, lay awake with her head barley sticking out from underneath the blanked; looking out at the storm though the weather beaten windows of the Girls Dorm. She wasn't use to the softness of the bed nor the velocity of the storm. In all her waking days, she has never encountered such a mighty storm and probably never will again for until the day she shall take her final breath. Her head was filled with worries; would she and her crew be able to leave port as planned tomorrow? How much repair would have to be done before all damages were erases? The typical questions a captain asks themselves on nights such as this. She rolled on her back, hopping that taking her eyes of the storm would allow her enough rest so she would be able be the leader she ought to be. She stared at the solid wooden bottom of the bed above her, losing her mind in the seemingly endless swirls of the woodwork when the sudden movement of the Person above her caught her attention. The girl looked over the edge at her.

It was Donnie, her pink pigtails hanging down like stalactites and her blue eyes glowing in the darkened room; giving her an almost unworldly appearance. "You can't sleep either, can you?" asked the young women in a sleep dries voice, "If you can't what makes you think I could" replied the captain in an equally dry voice. "Do you think the guys are any better off?", "The beds are too soft, no sane sailor could get any shut-eye in this." The young female captain returned her eyes to the wood above her," to be honest, I don't even think we will be able to leave tomorrow anyways."

With that, Donnie returned to her bed and again tempted to seduce the sandman into granting her rest. Alisea, on the other hand, returned her attention to the window; for her, there was no rest for the night.

Sometime around daybreak, the storm lessened its grip upon the world and the young captain, at last, was granted some rest.

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Captain Flinn awoke before the rest of his crew, his eyelids heavy from the rest that he was denied. He got up and fixed his bed before heading outside. Outside, the young captain filled his lungs with the air that was filled with the salty aroma of the ocean and the pungent aroma of late fish. The academy courtyard grounds were filled with sand and various plant-lives from both land and sea. He wasn't the only who had risen early; other seamen, men who had already sailed the seven seas countless times, were up to inspect the damage. Their faces filled with the annoyance such a storm brings with him. Flinn looked closely, but among the elders, though he knew many of them, were any of his graduations class. He made his way swiftly to the beach, hopping there weren't too many damages. The sand and dead branches from the trees crunched under his booted steps.

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As the blue haired walked along the beach, shaking his head at the mounts of seaweed and other trinkets the ocean offered, another captain came his way. "Hey Alise' have you had any more luck last night then I?" he asked as the brown haired came closer, but as a responds she only shook her head. With a sigh the captain looked around, "A storm of the century; I am actually surprised there wasn't more damage. My guess is that, if nothing happens, we should be ready to set sails over morrow.", "Let's hope that Lily and her folk were spared by the storm; the last thing that any of us could handle would be a mermen's funeral." Replied the young women, her eyes wondered as did her love's. Close to the shrub, where the sand kissed the green, something caught her attention. From the distance she was at, it looked like a corps and for a moment her blood ran cold. Flinn followed his love's frozen gaze to the object that had caught it. Gently he tugged her arms for her to follow him. Luckily, on closer inspection, it was revealed that, the object mistaken for a corps was nothing more than a sun-bleached tree trunk. Alisea was about to sigh in relief when she noticed strange markings on the trunk that looked like claw marks of something with four fingers. As she inspected the trunk more closely, Flinn again tugged her sleeve and pointed to something that was no more than a few feet away, and this time, it wasn't a tree trunk.