Something will be crawling up the side of the sky ship’s wooden hull! Ty, whose face pales, shrinks back and ducked down behind the tiller but Mariana rushes to the edge and will peer into the gloom below. She can just make out something or somebody scrambled up the side of the ship. It is quite small and has green eyes. It pauses and stares back up at her. “It’s a baby dragon,” she is calling, “and it’s hurt.” Mariana, whose brow frowns with concentration, was going to reach down to grip its outstretched paw and pull it onto the deck. “It will be hurt in the storm.”

The dragonlet is shivering with cold and whimpered. Ty dashes off to fetch a ship’s blanket, wondering anxiously if the dragon let’s mother be pleased to know that they would be helped by her baby. Mariana will speak calmly to the baby, hoping that Captain O’Shea will not take a dim view of what they have done!