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ANAHITA CELIA
The ship lurched forward, tossing about the cargo it was carrying. A midsummer storm had hit them on the way back to Calavarise. The storms often don't last for more than 10 minutes, but this storm is one of the rare ones that lasted longer.
Cargo was falling down, breaking open on the floor as the ship rocked to the left as a wave hit it. A stowaway looked for something to hang on to before the ship sent her flying. Her hair fell into her face, exposing her neck and the scale-like scars where the gills of a fish would be.
The scars were the mark of a Syren, one of Taloncore's supposed gangs that would stop at nothing to see Calavarise fall, and she didn't know how she felt about that.
The ship rocked again this time to the right, causing more boxes to fall. The noise of the package hitting the ground made her jump. Her back hit the wall of boxes behind her.
She didn't realize the heavy boxes weren't stacked properly. Someone had the heaviest of boxes on top, and it was leaning precariously over the edge. It tipped the rest of the way over, going head over heels toward the stowaway.
Suddenly, the area got darker as the box fell, causing the woman to look up . She lunged to grab something to heave herself out of the way of the falling package but wasn't fast enough. The metal crate crushed her legs and lower back. Her scream was agonizingly loud, sounding more like the howl of the winds than human. Her final thought was that they were doomed. The winds, in fact, had just started to ease up. Signaling that the storm was moving on.