Naval Weather Mage Potter was in shit. Neck Deep. How did this happen? You see, he got drunk. That’s not out of the ordinary for sailors, you say? Yeah, but this time, his ship was about to encounter a storm. Mother of all storms, driven by a sea drake. The biggest, meanest, most mercurial bitch of a sea drake this side of the globe. And in his drunken state, he could not help but challenge the she-drake with a storm of his own to drive her away.
What’s the problem, you ask? Putting storm against storm is how storm drakes perform their mating dance. And this particular she-drake was impressed, very impressed.
And so Naval Weather Mage Potter finds himself pursued by an amorous behemoth of a storm drake that is determined to have Potter somehow fertilize her eggs and to bring about a new clutch of storm drakes with him as the daddy.