It should have been a bright sunny day when Charlie came to Starlight. Sun shining down gleaming off the school windows like a building studded with diamonds. Unfortunately it was not. It had rained all the way. Heavy, unyielding rain, but as the island came into view, the sky lessened into clouds.
"It must be something about strange weather and supernatural islands" he thought, as he tugged on a second, dry jumper, folding his wet one and placing it into the large chest which clicked and scuttled behind him. He pulled it over his head, and put his necklace underneath the collar.
The boat that had brought him here was not designed to carry passengers. Any Students who were leaving for the summer had already left, and it was too early for them to return. The only available ship was a cargo ship taking supplies to the island, to Manta Carlos City, and unfortunately this meant there was not much room for him onboard the ship. He had spent most of it inside the sarcophagus, but had spent the last day of his voyage on deck, hoping to catch sight of the island. That was when the rain set in.
But that was over now, and as the sodden ship bumped neatly into the dock, his journey was at an end, and he strode down the gangplank onto the dock. The dock felt strange underneath his feet, feeling solid ground instead of the slow rocking he had gotten used to onboard the ship.
The letter from the headmistress had stated that there would be one of his fellow members of staff waiting for him, to take him from the city to the academy, and show him around. He looked around the few people who moved around the dock, most of whom seemed to either be city dwellers enjoying their summer, or dock workers moving crates from the large ship on which he had arrived, which seemed to be carrying supplies. He walked to the end of the bottom of the dock, and looked around, hoping to spot someone slightly more academic.
@Foxy
"It must be something about strange weather and supernatural islands" he thought, as he tugged on a second, dry jumper, folding his wet one and placing it into the large chest which clicked and scuttled behind him. He pulled it over his head, and put his necklace underneath the collar.
The boat that had brought him here was not designed to carry passengers. Any Students who were leaving for the summer had already left, and it was too early for them to return. The only available ship was a cargo ship taking supplies to the island, to Manta Carlos City, and unfortunately this meant there was not much room for him onboard the ship. He had spent most of it inside the sarcophagus, but had spent the last day of his voyage on deck, hoping to catch sight of the island. That was when the rain set in.
But that was over now, and as the sodden ship bumped neatly into the dock, his journey was at an end, and he strode down the gangplank onto the dock. The dock felt strange underneath his feet, feeling solid ground instead of the slow rocking he had gotten used to onboard the ship.
The letter from the headmistress had stated that there would be one of his fellow members of staff waiting for him, to take him from the city to the academy, and show him around. He looked around the few people who moved around the dock, most of whom seemed to either be city dwellers enjoying their summer, or dock workers moving crates from the large ship on which he had arrived, which seemed to be carrying supplies. He walked to the end of the bottom of the dock, and looked around, hoping to spot someone slightly more academic.
@Foxy
