CHAPTER 11
Tarkos climbed to his feet, but immediately the tossing ship threw him again down onto the hard deck. The gecko grip in his boots simply tore the varnish off the wood hull, unable to hold his heavy weight. Water poured in thick streams through cracks around the hatch. The ship bucked, and then for a moment was almost still: they had surfaced. The roar of the storm surrounded them, and the water stopped sheeting down through the hatch.
“Put up the sail!” he shouted.
It was impossible to walk in the bucking ship. Eydis crawled forward, scrambling on all fours. She grabbed a large wood lever near the prow and shoved it down. It levered a rod upward.
The ship lurched, wind grabbing its low sail. The hull slapped loudly at the waves, tossing the ship rhythmically as it d
