Chosen Spirits

The Storm

The room was silent as everyone digested what had just happened. Jack lightly bounced Sophie nervously on his lap. Confused and unsettled by the silence. Why was everyone so quite? He saved his sister, didn't he?  If anything, everyone should be celebrating! She was ok. And to Jack, in the end that's all that matters.No matter the price. Her life, living to a old age and having the family she always wanted meant the world to Jack.

Even if the price was his own.

The only thing he would of asked for, was the chance to say good bye... But before he could ask what he did wrong. The screen,

flickered,

on.

This time, the Jack in the screen wasn't at Burgess. But rather, another small town that was by the seashore. Time had defiantly past, but not by very much (at least, in spirit standards) Jack, instead of being ground level like the other memories. Was high up in the air with a bird-eye view of the town, and was coming in from the Sea. Also, unlike the other memories. This place looked like it was starting the first buds of spring, rather than the usual hypnotic, winter wonder-wonderland. 

The Jack in the screen let out a huge whoop of joy as he drastically changed speed and was speeding to the earth, the wind whistling in his ears. When he was seconds from colliding head-first into the earth with a sudden flick of his torso he gently landed on ground one foot slightly in front of the other.

As the wind roughly tussled his hair, Jack chuckled "Relax, wind. I don't plan on causing any trouble." The Wind once again tussled his hair and Jack sighed, slightly annoyed. But with a small smile "Alright, fine. I promise to not make it snow here, until I'm suppose too. Happy?" The wind made a huffing sound of approval, as if satisfied with the answer.

Then there was a soft, questionable breeze, that seemed to circle around Jack. Jack shrugged "Why I wanted to come here? Well..." For a bit, Jack hesitated looking down at the soft green grass that poked through his toes like it was some foreign wonder.  And to Jack, it was. Then he looked to the empty space next to him. And gave a soft smile "I just wanted to see what spring looked like, that's all." Then he held his arms in mock of defense "I'm just going to stick for a couple of days then we'll go. Promise!"

At that the wind paused then softly ruffled his hair. A small smile graced Jack's features, "thanks wind."

Jaime looked away at the screen then looked curiously at Jack "what did it say to you? The wind can talk?!"

But before the Jack with them could answer ether of these questions, a loud cry of surprise cut him off-

In the screen showed a old fisher man with a old yellow fishing coat trying not to drop a wide-eyed small girl that could be no older than five. "Pearl! What did I say about tackling me?!"

As the small girl giggled both Jack's smiled warmly. Then the Jack in the screen paused, looking at the calm waters. Then narrowed his eyes in suspicion and rare seriousness. The wind, also worryingly still. He silently leapt in the air at went back to the sea.

Sandy and Tooth shared a look, what was going on?

As Jack went further in the sea, miles and miles away. When they saw what caused the mischievous winter spirit to be in unease, Aster eyes went wide at the source "...Juracán! I thought he died off years  'ago!"

In the screen was a spirit made of the very waters of the sea itself, his large body was a piece of the very ocean itself. He was shifting, twisting, turning. Like all large bodies of water do. He looked like a middle age, man with a bald head and a beard made entirely of sea-foam. Around him held a sense of power and of age.

He was also creating a hurricane.

And by the looks of it. Was going to head strait into the village.

*Authors Note*

Eh, I was going to take longer. But I figured some of you are getting impatient And decided to just split the chapter into two (or more) parts.

Enjoy~