"Ray," he started softly. He stared at him, a carefully calculated rarity, with a blank expression.

The bell on the door of Ray's Occult Books rang softly. A tall man dressed in a bomber jacket stepped though with his head tucked low so as not to be noticed. He gave a silent nod of acknowledgement to the man at the counter, then hurried to obscure himself among the bookshelves.

A few minutes passed. A quiet oath came from the third row of shelves. "It has to be here." The man whispered to himself. Hesitant, he appeared from behind the small corridor.

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A group of youngsters had broken away from their elders for a time, and gathered at a quiet place they had uncovered. An air of stress hung in the air, they knew things were bad. And when self-declared “Dimensional Pirates” were slowly taking over their world, how could it not be?

So, the Uberheroes who had been taken out of school and drafted into the army gathered on their own terms in order to try something new. With the help of sincere prayers from Wondabarappa, a son of a priest. Cannogabang, a daughter of Mater’s Guardian, And Guardira, the son of a shrine-keeper. The three prayed for a miracle, hoping they’d catch the attention of a fabled, two-eyed and powerful deity.

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Rain poured outside and thunder boomed as activity seemed to be quite slow today. It would’ve been very easy to simply pass out for a nap or daydream in this weather, but Rind had other ideas. The Eevee had been going missing for days at a time for awhile now, only to come back when people started to ask about her. The odd behavior was in need of some explaining, which she planned on doing.

Peter took a deep breath and plunged his left foot into the river of slime. Already he could feel the negative energy welling up in him, worse than simply being near the stuff. It was the sudden and electric urge of a mood swing, but with a more tangible cause. Balling his fist, he drove his knuckles into the concrete, even while lowering his other foot into the muck with a disgusting slurping noise.

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Ocean waves are caused by wind moving across the surface of the water. The friction between the air molecules and the water molecules causes energy to be transferred from the wind to the water. This causes waves to form. Jet streams, fast flowing, narrow, meandering air currents in the atmosphere, had a habit of carrying items that had been lost to the waves centuries ago. 

So, it was entirely plausible that fateful summer day, when a certain Dr. Ray Stantz would be beach bound, that a large wooden wheel of an old 1700′s British Naval Vessel washed up upon the shores of Coney Island.  The iconic Brooklyn beach was one of the best places to get a Nathans famous hotdog and have a little fun  From carnival games to amusement park rides, to simply enjoying the sand and waves. But it was not every day such a relic would be found.

She was old to be sure, her dark wood weathered and splintering from years below the deep. It was amazing the wheel was as good of condition as it was.