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I've bin' doing stormwatching for a long time now. Every day, three storms pass through, around about the same time every day. Well maybe not everyday, I don't work weekends. Well, I'm not really a stormwatcher. I just prefer to be called that as I'm mostly watching storms everyday. I'm supposed to report suspicious behaviour and things that are happening.

There's this one storm I enjoy to watch. It comes around at about 8:00pm. It sounds like a soft wind, like a beautiful note that never gets old. I've got curious before and gone from my tower and into the storm. It's as if you're getting kissed all over and it's quite relaxing. It's so soft.

I asked some elders in Buckwater to see what they knew and they say it's a lost boy. A boy trapped in a storm who died when he was 13 or 14 and cursed to be a ghost in a storm by a vengeful wizard.

Just yesterday, below the storm, I saw a male ghost walking slowly under the storm. Where he went the storm followed. He looked sad and was holding a flower, kicking the sand as he walked. I couldn't tell what flower it was but it made me sad.

It made me sad knowing there was nothing I could do, but I will try to think of something.

-Stormwatcher Perry

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I've bin' doing stormwatching for a long time now. Every day, three storms pass through, around about the same time every day. Well maybe not everyday, I don't work weekends. Well, I'm not really a stormwatcher. I just prefer to be called that as I'm mostly watching storms everyday. I'm supposed to report suspicious behaviour and things that are happening.

There's this one storm I enjoy to watch. It comes around at about 8:00pm. It sounds like a soft wind, like a beautiful note that never gets old. I've got curious before and gone from my tower and into the storm. It's as if you're getting kissed all over and it's quite relaxing. It's so soft.

I asked some elders in Buckwater to see what they knew and they say it's a lost boy. A boy trapped in a storm who died when he was 13 or 14 and cursed to be a ghost in a storm by a vengeful wizard.

Just yesterday, below the storm, I saw a male ghost walking slowly under the storm. Where he went the storm followed. He looked sad and was holding a flower, kicking the sand as he walked. I couldn't tell what flower it was but it made me sad.

It made me sad knowing there was nothing I could do, but I will try to think of something.

-Stormwatcher Perry