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. As the
Loaner righted itself, a second gust hit it and with a
loud tearing sound, a three-foot rip appeared in the
sail.
Tas grabbed the nearest Aghar by the shoulder and
hollered, "We've got to get it down! The sail! We've
got to lower it!"
The gully dwarf dashed toward the cabin, too
frightened by the storm's sudden fury to be of any
help. Scanning the deck, Tas saw that his entire crew
was stampeding toward the cabin or crawling beneath
the wagon. The horses reared and snorted and strained
against their tethers, and the wagon swayed menac-
ingly.
Woodrow crouched on one knee with the sweep
tucked under his left arm and both arms wrapped
around the railing. Helplessly, he watched Tas stumble
across the deck.
A third gust of wind sent waves crashing across the
deck, washing several gully dwarves out from beneath
the wagon and up against the opposite rail. They were
crawling back to the wagon when a fourth gust filled
the sail, stretching it like a balloon. The rip widened in
a burst, and then another rip appeared, and then the
entire sail split in half, tearing lengthwise and pulling
free from the yard. The loose end billowed out over
the sea until it reached the end of its sheet, then
snapped, twisted in air, tore free from the rope, and
dropped into the churning waves.
The remaining, shredded half of the sail slapped into
the side of the wagon. The wagon's door flew open and
Gisella appeared, wide-eyed. The wagon bounced and
skidded across the deck, then slammed back into the
mast
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