[GREAT] Awakening

[PepsiWhirda]

A week later, a small boat tacked hard against the stiff current off the cliffs of Costa Del Sol.  Bolstered by targeted gusts of wind conjured by its lone occupant, the boat picked up speed, veritably flying from the crest of one choppy wave to the next.  When it neared the jagged rocks at the base of the cliffs a final, reckless burst of wind launched it high above the water.

    The boat met the rocks with a loud crash, shattering into countless shards of wood.  The impact would surely have destroyed anyone foolhardy enough to navigate the treacherous waters on this part of the island, but the boat’s occupant was nowhere to be seen.

    High above, on a rocky promontory overlooking the wind-scoured bay, Whirda Windstrom drew the cowl of her cloak tight around her face.  She lingered for a moment, her gaze on the horizon where Blackbeard’s ship, belching thick plumes of black smoke, slowly sank beneath the surf.  A thin smile found its way to her lips.

    Then she turned and stalked off into the jungle.