Something was crawling up the side of the sky ship’s wooden hull! Ty, whose face has paled, shrunk back and ducks 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’s quite small and has green eyes. It paused and stared 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 pulled it onto the deck. “It will get hurt in the storm.”
The baby dragon is shivering, cold and whimpering. Ty dashed off to fetch a ship’s blanket, wondering anxiously if the baby dragon’s mother would be pleased to know that they would have helped her baby. Mariana spoke calmly to the baby, hoping that Captain O’Shea would not take a dim view of what they had done!
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