In Search of Fish: Oscar and Flea
A little while later, Oscar is watching from a grassy lawn by the water at nearby Classon Point Park. A New York Waterways Ferry is approaching the ferry dock nearby, but Flea has gone off in the other direction, along with Trixie the Crow.
Who will, no doubt, want some reward when this thing is over. Crows despise working for nothing. Fortunately, Crows will eat just about anything, and if anything edible isn't available, can often be appeased with an Interesting Shiny.
They fly east, towards the Whitestone and Throggs Neck Bridges. Soon, Oscar is unable to see them- they're both pretty small.
Trixie squawks with some other birds, asking for help "coordinating". Birds are excellent navigators, but sometimes work best in flocks.
The storm, as the birds play it out, was brief, came out of the east, reached a point, swelled up, and then.. faded. The whole thing was disturbingly brief.
The storm reached its intense peak, and then vanished, at the Throggs Neck Bridge. Right in the middle of the bridge. Right where it crosses a thin peninsula of land... with buildings, and at the very tip, and old fortress, of the stone wall and cannon age, still maintained and used, but now as part museum, part college.
This is the place, according to the birds. The storm came here.
Stone walls. Iron cannons. Very much NOT a nature fairy kind of place.