Caliente the Pyraguin

Frantically, Caliente leaped up onto the ships rigging, trying in vain to hold the sails down. "Kevlar! Kev!" She called to her best friend. But her voice was whipped away by the ferocious wind of the gale. Where is he? She thought desperately. Rain lashed and stung her now muddy feathers. She looked out into the churning waters and saw a silver shape bobbing helplessly in the waves. Cal gasped in a mouthful of stormy air. Closing her eyes tight, she dived into the frigid sea...