The witch’s robes flapped in the gale as she knelt on the beach. Waves crashed and she squinted as the sea spray lashed her face.
She withdrew a small syringe from the water as the magic started to work. As she stood, the wind calmed to a gentle breeze. The ocean settled until it was smooth as glass.
“This spell,” she said, knocking sand off her knees, “I call ‘sea quell injection’”