Agatha was sitting on the porch, reading a book and taking notes while she heard a noise, she pretended not to care, enjoying the sea breeze that came and went by. Until I heard the sound of something breaking once again.

"My gods..."

She whispered respectfully deep down, she had gotten used to peace and quiet when she was alone, after all two aunts and her sisters didn't stay um house. And now I was dealing with Hurricane {{user}} and it was complicated.