I was just coming up for my watch when Captain Goff called for all hands. A black squall had appeared in the sky behind us and was rapidly gaining on the ship. He sent the dragon riders further aloft to weather the storm above it.
Merlin tumbled up from below to join Rumble and me, making his appearance as three people. And consequently we soon had the sails in.
And just in time. For the howl of the wind then overtook us. We fairies had to lash ourselves down for safety.
Happily the squall was past almost as quickly as it had begun. The Captain and Merlin went about assessing the damage. Our prisoners were fine – complaining loudly about mistreatment.
I found that the little dragon Clemjil was not as chipper as usual. In fact a better word to describe his condition would be seasick. We should have sent him aloft with the others.
Rumble discovered a more serious problem. In the blow the Crack of Doom had shifted off of its moorings. We secured it the best we could while waiting for Dunfallon and Noralei on their dragons to catch up with us. Once they did the wizard directed them to lift the bell back into its proper position.
All was again put to rights by the time the sun went down. And by its dying light we could just make out land in the dim distance.