Chapter Fourteen
It had all happened so fast. One moment they were on dry wood, and the next, half the crew was in raging waters, the other half clutching to anything to balance themselves on the tilting ship. Amaris, Ash, and Wind tuner were amongst the latter.
Ash was clutching a taut rope with one hand and lifting up his almost unconscious friend with the other. “You alright?” he gritted out.
“For now.” Amaris called back. She was fast enough to wrap her arms around the mast, but she could feel them slipping.
Ash turned to Slygrin, who was climbing his way to the starboard. “Lifeboats?”
“Useless.” he yelled back, hitting one in frustration. “All rigged with bullets.”
They all cursed silently. “Get anything we can use to float.” ordered Ash.
But Amaris was focused on something else. Namely, windtuner’s slumped body. “Wind?” she asked Ash.