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. Woodrow felt awful, but he was
glad too that the kender was unconscious, because he
would surely kick up a fuss otherwise.
Woodrow curled up into a ball in the mess, forming a
plan. He knew from speaking to the steward that the ship
was scheduled to sail as soon as the crew returned from
shore, which would be very soon. If he and Tasslehoff
could remain hidden, the ship would leave and tow them
along. Then they could keep an eye on the man who
killed Gisella without worrying about bumping into him
accidentally. Working as quickly and quietly as possible,
he buried himself and Tasslehoff in the garbage.
Within the half-hour, the crew was reassembled on
deck. Sails were unfurled, the anchor weighed, and
mooring lines cast off.
The sun was just past midday when the ship slipped
away from the dock and headed out to sea, trailing the
stinking barge. Woodrow peeked his head out at the first
sign of movement and caught sight of the evil man stand-
ing at the stern of the ship. Woodrow shivered involun-
tarily. Excitement and fear had left him exhausted. With
nothing else to do, he fell asleep next to Tasslehoff.
A wave slapped over the barge and Woodrow awoke
with a start, gagging on water. A putrid taste clogged his
nose and mouth. His heart pounded furiously until he re-
membered where he was. The sky was bright orange and
white, the sun a giant half-circle on the horizon. He
could see no land in any direction.
When Woodrow looked toward the ship, his panic re-
turned.
A sailor was bent over the rail, a hatchet in his hands
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