Something was crawling up the side of the sky ship’s wooden hull! Ty, whose face was pale, shrinks back and ducked down behind the tiller but Mariana rushed to the edge and peered into the gloom below. She can just make out something or somebody scrambled 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 is calling, “and it’s hurt.” Mariana, whose brow frowned with concentration, was going to reach down to grip its outstretched pawed and pulled it onto the deck. “It will be hurt in the storm.”

The dragonlet was shivering 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 would be helped her baby. Mariana spoke calmly to the baby, hoping that Captain O’Shea wouldn’t take a dim view of what they had done!