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"I don't know about this, Cousin." Jack frowned. The clouds, dark and foreboding loomed closer. "Maybe we should start with-"

"Something smaller?" Sila guessed. She cocked an eyebrow at the Selkie beside her. Then she looked back at the approaching storm, readying her fiddle. The two stood side by side on a small rocky atoll.

There was an old saying among bi-pedal aquatic fae: You must first learn to swim, before you can walk. But that wasn't what concerned Jack. "Actually I was going to say natural."

"You say what?"

"There's something off about this storm. Can't you tell?"

"Is this more of the old 'you have the instincts of a land-lubber' song?"

"That and your powers of observation. If you're going to learn to affect the weather, you have to remember how it works. Which way is the wind blowing?"

Sila pointed with her bow, and her eyes widened. The storm was clearly moving against the wind.

"Fuuuuuuck."

"Yeah."

"So...we should leave?"

"I was so hoping you'd say that. Your sense of adventure is far too infectious."

But the moment they turned their backs to the storm, the wind gusted stronger than ever, as if deliberately pushing them towards the ominous front.

"Oh Gods dammit. I blame you for this." he growled.

*****

"I blame you for this!" Grace shouted over the howling wind.

Her beloved Captain grinned fiercely, gripping the helm tightly. "Oh look! What a lovely morning you said! We'll be home in no time!"

"Well you're the one who listened to me!"

"Shouting of which, do you hear music?"

*****

Sila and Jack were swept up into the tempest, tumbling helplessly. Desperately, Sila began to play her fiddle. No time like the present to practice weather magic. Though they were still borne along wherever the wind cared to take them, she was at least able to stabilize them and keep her cousin beside her.

And then a shape loomed out of the darkness before them, cresting a wave and something caught her elbow, jerking her bow across the strings with an evil hiss.

Her spell disrupted, she and Jack plummeted towards the water, but a figure swung towards the pair, catching Sila around the waist. Jack saved himself by grabbing hold of the same netting that had snagged Sila.

Sila was dropped as gently as was possible given the circumstances to what turned out to be the deck of a ship. The storm abating, she looked up at the face of her rescuer, and gaped.

"Mom?"

to be continued...
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