A storm like that wasn't one caused by nature. It was too strong, and more so, too random. Nothing like that would ever happen on its own. And it didn't as it was caused by a magical bean, if you could comprehend such a thought. But in this world, magic was just making its presence, and it was about to become a great part of Lily's life.
Just out of sight, a schooner had beached itself, pushed upon the shores by the crashing waves. On its decks lay a pirate gasping for breath. His mind was more rattled than it had been when that something attacked him. When he finally stood up, his bones ached from being tossed around in the portal.
"Bloody hell..." he groaned. His precious Jolly Roger was wrecked beyond repair especially on an island with no civilization in sight, though it wasn't like anyone would help a pirate with a reputation as bad as his. He had nothing now. But he was a survivor. He would never let something like this end him. So, his search began.