
Carina was curled up in a cave by the rocks, where she watched the other creatures nearby. They were antsy; storms like this ripped up seaweed and tossed it all around; it killed those plants, and could drive plankton away. Creatures in the water made no sound, instead listening to the passing storm and waiting for it to hurry on its way.
All silent, that is, except for Carina. Carina was watching the waves with fascination, and she was humming quietly to herself (eliciting some strange looks from passing sharks and eels). She liked storms. They were exciting, and they stirred up feelings of adventure in her. On nights like this, she was sure, the world changed; the world pivoted in place and went in another direction. There was an energy to the water unlike any other time (other than full moons at the equinoxes and solstices, of course), and she felt like something was about to happen. She was practically vibrating with excitement. She couldn't wait for whatever it was to happen--the excitement was killing her! She wanted to know what would happen, and get to react to whatever it was. She kept her eyes out and her ears perked, ready for whatever new thing was coming her way, whether it was friendly or not. She was going to face it--nothing scared Carina MacKeel!
((I am making guesses about what it's like to be in the ocean during a storm. I know that it can create bad waves and currents, and that hurricanes rip coral reefs apart. The rest is just extrapolation.))