The wind howled outside the cozy cottage set near the beach.
Inside, all was quiet, save some quiet whimpers coming from the room of the ex-Captain himself.
A nightmare, he suffered. Tossing, and turning, the blustering wind and the plip plap of fresh rain drops hitting the window were teasing his mind.
The man quivered and shook, clutching his blankets tight. All was silent, until a shatter sounded through the house. He'd knocked over his water glass, in his sleep.
In the next room, the silvery haired chef sat at attention, the outline of his hair the only thing visible in the dark. Wild and ruffled, he was still mostly asleep, his eyes closed, even. Until he realized what had woken him up. Without a second thought, he stood, and tugged on his pants, buckling his belt sleepily. He walked to his dresser, sliding open the top drawer, and removing a medium sized box from it, not much bigger than a jewelry box. Taking the key that lay