Something was crawling up the side of the skyship’s wooden hull! Ty, whose face paled , shrank 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 scrambling up the side of the ship. It was quite small and had green eyes. It pauses and stare back up at her. “It’s a baby dragon,” she called, “and it’s hurt.” Mariana, whose brow frowns with concentration, reached down to grip its outstretched paw and pull it onto the deck. “it was
hurt in the storm.” The dragonlet was shivering with cold and whimpered. Ty dashes off to fetch a ship’s blanket, wondering anxiously if the dragonlet’s mother would be pleased to know that they would be 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!