The assault on her ribs had come to a halt with Bird's words. Pio and Angara felt the ship pitching crazily beneath them; the masts and sails dipping in a crazy manner above them.
The elf jumped to her feet and ran to help Bird hold the wheel. It took both their strengths to bring the ship round to the right course. Pio hooked the rope loop to the wheel spoke, and locked in the position of the wheel. Celeaewen readjusted and secured the sails to catch the wind. Soon the ship was sailing smoothly again in the direction of Minas Tirith.
Breathing deeply, from the exertion, they turned and leaned back against the wheel to catch their breath.
They looked toward Angara just in time to see her turn a bilious shade of green and deliver the contents of her stomach, pieces of fish and undigested pasties, onto the deck.
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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