All is normal in the busy yet quiet dock of Hurricane Harbor. It's a fishing outpost, known throughout Prannëa as the largest food industry in all the land. Yet no one knew about the horrors that were about to unveil in only a few hours time.... Tick... Maelstrom had been here, before. He remembered the crashing waves suddenly getting bigger and bigger, as his body froze in fear for the worst to come. Tick... He shudders, thinking about the once great place, that once stood where a vast expanse of the sea now does. he thinks about the hundreds slain by the sheer force of the waves, their bodies floating, in a somewhat peaceful way. Tick... This is the story about how Hurricane Harbor's time ran out. [Note: Cover belongs to Lumaris. No, Creekwings don't look like this. Similar, though.]