fandomtownies | Outside the Magic Box, Saturday

You couldn't watch a chaotic storm through plywood, so Jenkins was standing just outside his shop's door instead, under the dubious cover of the decorative awning. It was an almost absurdly foolish thing to do, all things considered, but one of the joys of magical immortality was getting to do almost absurdly foolish things with minimal consequences, and Jenkins felt like getting the most out of his magical immortality today.

Plus, there were sharks being blown around. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, even for someone with such a long lifetime.

He did at least take a small step back when one of those sharks was flung abruptly down into the street in front of him. It had a bit of tarp or some other long cloth tangled about its neck like a cape, and a thick, broken staff in its jaws. It gave Jenkins a pointed look. Jenkins blinked, and frowned back at it.

"Hell is empty," Jenkins mused. "And all the devils are here. . . ."

"It was a torment," said the shark (or so Jenkins thought it said, its mouth was full, after all), "To lay upon the damned.”

And then the wind caught in its cloak, and it sailed off to gnash and gnaw at some other poor fool braving the tempest.

[shut up, I HAVE SEVERAL REASONS. Open, should there be any other intrepid fools about!]