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Something was coloring up the side of the sky ship’s wooden hull. Ty, whose face paled like whit snow, shrank back and ducked down behind the tiller. Mariana rushed to the gigantic edge and peered into the shine gloom below, wondering what could be making such a loud strange noise. She could just make out something or somebody sneakily scrabbling up the side of the toll ship. It was silent and it was smaller than an ant and had green eyes. It froze like it paused and it stared back up at her. “It’s a now born baby dragon,” she called, out “and it’s hurt.”

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