Something was crawling up the side of the sky ship’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 make out something or somebody scrabble up the side of the ship.It was quite small and had green eyes.It paused and stared back up at her.“It is a baby dragon,” she called, “ and it’s hurt”.Mariana, whose brow frowned with concentration, reached down to grip it’s outstretched paw and pulled it onto the deck “ It was hurt in  the storm.”The dragonlet shivered with the cold and whimpered.Ty, dashed off to fetch a ship’s blanket, wondered anxiously and if the dragonlet’s mother was pleased to know that they would be helping her baby.  Mariana spoke calmly to the baby, hoping that captain O’shea could take a  dim view of what has happened.