standing up.
"How bad is it?" he asked.
"Aye, its' bad," the Captain said.
"How far off course are we? Do you think we could build a raft and get to the main land?"
Riddick searched the open sea for signs of land.
"About a hundred and ten leagues out to sea. There is nothing out here, not even a rogue ship would be out this far. They say it is haunted by sea serpents," the Captain said.
"How far back to the island then?"
"Much further than that, I'm afraid. There is nothing we can do."
"Hmm, well there’s got to be a way. There are some sails down below, will they work?"
"Aye, but there’s nothing to hoist them on."
"Well, we will see about that," Riddick said and returned to his bunk.
Early the next morning, Riddick searched for tools, ropes and any strong wood he could use to rig a sail. Batovi helped, and together they managed several large beams and the sails. Tying them together as tightly as they could, they set the pole in the leftover casing of the forward mast. The large pole sank into the crevasse and seated into place. The pole was much smaller than the original mast, so they shoved broken wood into the casing between the pole and the edges.
"See, fits just like a finger in the nose," Batovi said.
Riddick blurted a loud laugh. With a gleeful snicker Batovi was pleased, at least his wit and humor hadn’t been sucked out to sea.
"Aye, fits just like a finger in the nose it does," said the Captain coming around the helm.
The three men laughed so hard their faces turned red.
"What's all the ruckus about?" Shaz asked.
They turned toward Shaz, Jagwynn and William. Riddick ran over to them.
"Hey, you’re awake, I'm so glad," Riddick exclaimed.
"Yes, but I feel like a Nukpana rammed right into me," Shaz said gently rubbing his bandaged chest.
Riddick was about to ask how he would know what that felt like but left that for another day.
"I bet. Ole'baggins did some kind of magic on you. He said you will heal fine. And you William, you are lucky to be alive too,"
Riddick ruffled his hair.
"Yes, sir," William replied.
"Will she sail?" Shaz asked.
"Well, we have rigged a make shift sail, barring a good breeze we may be able to get some distance behind us. We are about a hundred and ten leagues east of where we need to be. There are no vessels this far out. They never return," Batovi said.
By late evening the sail picked up a slight wind, and gently moved the ship in a north westerly direction. The rudder had been severed, so it would be up to the position of the sail to guide the ship. After eating a meager dinner and checking on Sebastian, Riddick and Batovi manned the sail once more. It was hard work holding onto the rope and pulling the heavy poles back and forth. It soon became very taxing, but the breeze was constant. Considering they had one small sail, they made good time. Riddick and Batovi slept in times of little or no wind. Ole’baggins worked his magic on their blistered and raw hands. Shaz watched from a make shift chair, wishing he could help.
"We need to talk," Captain Yerild said.
"Alright,"
Shaz shifted in his chair so that he would be sitting up more.
"The storm has moved us into the barrier."
"We're in the barrier?"
"Aye, that's why the storm was so heavy. We crossed where the barrier is still strong. I didn't realize it at first, but now seeing the stars, we are sitting in the center. We need to get the ship further north and then we can go west through the portal.” Captain Yerild stroked his bearded chin. “The others don't know anything about the other worlds. I lost the few crew members that did. What do we tell them?"
Shaz forgot that the others were supposed to stay on the mainland. "I don't know," he said looking into the sky.
"We best figure out something. Plus, we might run into the sea beasts and then we’ll have to tell them."
The Captain stood, placed one hand on his knee and pushed himself up while pulling on a broken pole with the other.
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