Chapter 51
The ship was still rising.
It felt as if the sky was rejecting us. The higher we went, the more violent the ascent got. The deck swayed from side to side. Tilting beneath our feet like a bull at the rodeo, ready to throw us off at any moment.
I grabbed the ship's railing with one hand, knuckles white and legs braced as best I could. The ship lurched again, and I felt like a drunk man walking on a tightrope.
Herbert was the first one to act. Without a second to waste, he rooted himself straight into the deck of the ship, branches pushing through the wood. He even managed to curl massive leafy branches around Laine and Vorrak, anchoring them in place. Laine continued to scream like a maniac anyway.
Honestly, why did Herbert even put in the effort to save that idiot?
A few feet away, Luna had buried one of her glowing arrows into the deck as well and now had her arms wrapped around it in a tight, desperate grip. Her face was determined as she held on to it.
