A storm was brewing. Waves of rain hit over Spectro, and he grimaced. Shell acted like nothing was wrong. He swam strongly over the tumbling tides, keeping good pace with the small dragon tumbling through the air. An island was up ahead, and he rested briefly on the sand. The Seawing glided smoothly on the shore, his gills flapping. "Come on. Don't you want to reach the end by morning?" He urged.
Spectro struggled to his claws. "Why is the winds so strong?" He moaned slightly.
"Ride on my back," Shell insisted and showed his wide, burly back. Spectro obliged, scrambling on the smooth, hard scales. It was impossible to find a ridge in the darkness. Eventually, he found a spot between the blue dragon's wings. Shell lifted easily, and jumped back into the turbulent waves. Spectro was surprised how smoothly they traveled. The clouds, swirling and sparking, let it's bounty loose on the poor duo. Even Shell, whose light strips and night-vision eyes allowed him to see better, was having a hard time in this storm. "Usually," his voice whipped away into the wind, " all of the Seawings would be in the deep palace. I was only out because I heard that Torrent found someone." Spectro, shivering and miserable, crouched below the larger dragon's head and shielded himself with his wings. When they reached another island, both of them passed out under the trees.
Spectro woke to the seagulls. One was perched over his head. It let out an ugly Caaarrk! and pecked at the Rainwing's head. Spectro looked at it, and within two minutes was picking feathers out of his teeth. He stumbled out to the beach, surprised on how bright it was. He almost bumped into a sapphire dragon. Shell was waiting for him. "Good morning," he said breezily, looking out at the horizon. The water was shimmering with early morning fish. The Seawing opened his wings, and stared down at the tiny Rainwing. "The weather's much better today, so lets go now." He took off, heaving his heavier body through the air. Spectro batted his wings vigorously and flew beside him. The air, cool and moist, had a slight breeze that pushed them along. It was perfect today. Spectro glided over the sea, occasionally catching a small fish that jumped into his claws. His wings tipped the water and a jet of sea foam washed over him. Spectro had never felt more alive. He flew up, catching the clouds and watching it disappear, and dove back down. He jumped on top of the water and burst through small waves. Kel watched him with curiosity. "Come on," he said when Spectro had had enough. "It's only a couple of miles left."
They reached the main land in just an hour. The mountains arched up suddenly and Spectro felt slightly sick. They were back. Shell promised to see him to the land, but suddenly dissapered after they reached it. Spectro was alone again. He looked around, and thankfully there were no dragons. Now he was close enough. Better not get caught, Spectro, he thought.