Charybdis stood on the edge of the dock as rain pelted against his oilskin duster, the bright green hues of his fur hidden, shrouded in darkness and safe from the cold downpour. His stoic eyes peered intensely out to the frothing sea, the inky black void punctured only by the flash of lightning illuminating edges of waves like mighty mountain peaks; a tumultuous realm to cross on such a stormy night, but such weather brought it's advantages too. Harder to track boats in weather like this, mad...