"Well that's not good," remarked Polly at their new predicament. Though the storm had decided to dip after introducing The Birbalinda to the side of the rock, their situation hadn't exactly improved by a mile. An inch or two at most, but a mile? Nay.
On the plus side, the rock wasn't so big that crashing against it irreparably damaged the ship. On the downside, a rock was a rock, and crashing against anything of fairly hard and solid substance was not good news for a ship.
Polly crouched low and with great might used her leg muscles as one would a spring, shooting herself into the air. She plummeted towards rock's center like a meteor, except small. Though pulling her hair into a ponytail was part of her everyday routine, today was one of those days she was especially glad that it was a
