Something crawled up the side of the skyship’s wooden hull! Ty, whose face paled, shrunk back and ducked down behind the tiller but Mariana rushed to the edge and peered into the gloom below. She could just make out something or somebody scrabbled up the side of the ship. It was quite small and had green eyes. It paused and stared back up at her. “It’s a baby dragon,” she called, “and it’s hurt.” Mariana, whose brow frowned with concentration, reached down to grip its outstretched paw and pulled it onto the deck. “It was hurt in the storm.” 

The dragonlet shivered with cold and whimpered. Ty dashed off to fetch a ship’s blanket, wondering anxiously if the dragonlet’s mother was pleased to know that they had helped her baby. Mariana spoke calmly to the baby, hoping that Captain O’Shea will not take a dim view of what they have done!