As the boat gets lower, it begins moving faster. Sevastian needs to turn the handle, but gravity is doing a lot of the work. The ropes want to break free of the gears. They want to drop us into the water.
So rapidly, we move down the side of the ship. Then, when the boat is about ten feet from the water, we stop.
“s**t, s**t, s**t,” Dmitry mumbles. He reaches out and grabs my hand, but doesn’t take his eyes off the railing of the ship.
Then, suddenly, Sevastian is visible.
It looks like he’s looking over the side at us, but I realize that he’s being held there. The Tiger is just over his shoulder, pinning him to the railing.
“What are we going to do?” The water is dark beneath us. It looks close, but I can’t tell if that is an illusion or not.
Dmitry stares up at where Sevastian is f
