It was the man that pushed him into the cage; the hand touching the cage had a bandage and it smelled of blood. So, the rooster tried to peck at his hand. But he pulled out before it came. Letting out a laugh at the attempt, the man grabbed a handle on top of the cage and carried him away.

After a few doors and stairs, they went outside. There was nothing but a wooden deck, mast, cabin, and rolling blue seas. They were on a ship; If something bad were to happen, there would be no escape.

The man walked up to another man and set down the cage. Saying, "Here's dinner for tonight, Captain Noah. Hopefully, one less rooster will reduce the noise."

The other man replied, "I'm more concerned about Charlotte than the noise. She hasn't eaten for awhile. Go feed her a chicken."

The man smiled and asked, "The other rooster? Will we be rid of that accursed noise finally?"

Noah frowned and walked towards the front of the ship while saying, "No, she prefers females. They're much juicier, you see."

"Got it," said the man while curling his lips as he walked back towards the area with the cages. Who knows if it was disappointment from not getting rid of the other rooster or disgust from what Noah said?

Meanwhile, the rooster was having trouble adjusting to the ship. Without its nails, it was hard to get traction on the smooth, wooden planks. The constant shifting of the ship against the waves didn't help. Especially since they were getting more intense.

Noah then saw something that unnerved him. There was an island ahead that wasn't on the map. Even worse, there was a storm between them and the island that they were heading straight towards.

"Turn to port!" he shouted towards the back of the ship, where a crew member was steering. The wheel controlling the rudder of the ship was spun to the left, redirecting the ship away from the storm.

The sudden turn forced several objects that weren't tied down to slide to the right side, including the cage containing the rooster; who began to cluck and flutter his wings nervously. The cage knocked up against a railing, keeping it from falling into the water.

This action hadn't lessened the shaking of the ship at all; in fact, it increased, as the waves hit the side of the ship instead of the front. While the ship still headed towards the storm at an angle. Noah gritted his teeth and let out a roar, "Pull down the sails, continue turning port! The wind and waves are not on our side! Someone grab the oars!"

Confusion embroiled the ship as crew members tried to accomplish the tasks. The oars were below deck and the sails were tied up, but there was someone already at the steering wheel. The ship shifted until it was facing directly away from the storm.

Unfortunately, the sails were only half up when the wind caught it and forced it backwards. The wind was so strong that the rope was ripped out of the hands of the crewmen trying to tie it up, tearing open their hands viciously. The sudden motion also made a few crew members stumble and pushed the rooster towards the front of the ship.

There, the rooster decided to just huddle up and await his fate. Shadows stretched across the ship as it sailed underneath storm clouds. There was no rain, just increasingly wild waves and a low grumbling; like an evil beast was about to pounce on their behind and ravage them.

Noah ran to the cabin at the back of the ship. On the way, he saw some men trying to handle the oars and shouted, "Stop! It's too late, save yourselves!" Then he entered the cabin and never left it again.

A few idiots jumped ship, becoming seamen stains as the waves picked them up and battered the ship. Others held onto anything they could reach. Finally, laughter was heard from the top of the mast as the man in the crow's nest snapped.

Then silence dominated the atmosphere; the waves stopped and the sails sagged lifelessly. The sailors looked around questioningly. And the rooster shivered as its feathers rose up. Fear? No...

A bright flash lit up the shadows covering the ship. Then a cracking noise rang out as the mast began to fall. But it was quickly overshadowed by an explosive sound, thunder at point blank range. Everyone's faces were filled with fear.

The rooster pooped itself in the cage. Then passed out when its feathers began to stand up again, signalling another lightning strike. The others weren't so lucky and were awake the whole time.