"Old wives tales - I hope," The captain growls at Amelia - he sounds impatient. "Right now, I am more interested in finding a harbor of some sort to ride out this." He jabs a finger at the approaching wall of black clouds. "Reef the sails! STorm rigging! MOVE, damn you!" He shouts at his crew. "There was a village on the island fifty or so years ago, I am told. Suddenly vanished. No contact, nothing. People who tried to land supposedly are attacked by swarms of white crows. Certainly, one of the oldtimers who passed this one on to me looked like he had lost a round or two with a number of large birds. Thought makes my skin crawl."