“Hurry up!”, he exclaimed.
The pirates grasped the ropes and started their leaping climb. The gusts of wind were threatening them again, pushing them back, even two or three meters far from the mountain side. Some men didn’t manage to hold their grip and fell down, crashing into the rocks.
“God’s blood!”, the man next to the first mate swore, watching that scene.
Hardraker didn’t let it upset him and kept spurring his men. When his turn came, he grasped the rope, pulled it violently and started climbing. The wind attacked him almost at once, pushing him against the rocks. He hadn’t expected such a violence. He held the rope desperately, trying hard to keep his balance. His feet sometimes slipped, so he moved his energies to his arms. They were hurting like they had never done in his lif
