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He cries even harder, reaching for comfort. Her little brother is awake.ДЄnh peers over the edge of the swaying fabric, looking down at his little face scrunched up and covered in tears. She listens to the footsteps on the deck above, the crewвЂ™s shouts.ДЄ shrill cry rises up from the hammock next to hers. You can help above deck another time, when the sea canвЂ™t take you away from me.вЂќДЄnh nods and makes her way back toward her hammock. вЂњStop acting like a wet fish!вЂќ M? snaps, holding her still.ДЄnh frowns usually her mother joins her in the game, teasing and tickling her. The mast is no place to climb,вЂќ M? says, setting her down. вЂњHey!вЂќ Anh struggles, wiggling playfully. Anh barely has time to be proud before her mother picks her up and starts carrying her below deck. Together they manage to furl the sail in a few moments. She races over to where her mother is pulling her line and joins her, her arms straining with effort as they pull. Her cheek smarts from where her face smacks against the wet wooden planks of the deck she curls up into a ball and rolls just as an errant wave sends the ship toppling in the other direction. The surface rises up to meet her sooner than she anticipates. She finds the tangle and shakes it loose, and immediately the line pulls taut with the force of the wind, passing through the eye easily.ДЄnh slides back down to the deck from the mast, and for a second it feels like sheвЂ™s flying, a small act of defiance against the storm as she falls toward the deck. But she is almost there, and no one else would have done it-or could, she guesses, as sheвЂ™s smaller and faster than anyone, except maybe Auntie Ling, who outraced her across the deck the other day.ДЄnh concentrates on holding tight, using the lacings for balance as she makes it to the top.

Her uncle shouts at her something incomprehensible, but Anh gets the gist of it he wants her back down on deck immediately. She climbs the drenched, slippery mast, ignoring the commotion below. Anh delights in the challenge, her hands and feet finding their place on the swaying lacings. вЂњIвЂ™ll get it, BГЎc Tu! DonвЂ™t worry!вЂќ Anh races forward, her hands trailing along the rail as she makes her way to the mast. A particularly fierce gust wrenches the line out of his hands, and the wind whips it up into the air before he seizes it again. вЂњThe halyard line is twisted! It wonвЂ™t pass through the eye!вЂќ BГЎc Tu shouts.

вЂњI can help, M?!вЂќ Anh calls out to her mother. вЂњAnh! Get back below deck! This storm is no joke!вЂќ ItвЂ™s like a dance-the moon trying to peek out behind the clouds, the rains making all the surfaces as slick as if theyвЂ™ve been coated with oil, the shipвЂ™s deck approaching vertical as crew members desperately hang onto something, anything, to avoid being thrown into the sea.

The ship heels perilously to one side, and she laughs when she almost falls, skidding to the right to keep her balance. She can hear her mother barking orders, something about avoiding the shoals and more complicated directions lost in the wind. The crew is shouting, barely audible over the roar of the wind and the rain. She climbs above deck, and immediately her hair whips behind her with the sheer force of the wind. She tumbles to the rough-hewn floor in a heap, but rights herself quickly, her bare feet plopping against the wet planks. A particularly ferocious wave crashes against the hull, knocking her grip loose and sending the hammock swinging. The girl is but eight years old, grinning wide enough to rival yesterdayвЂ™s shining crescent moon. A chubby hand reaches for the edge of one of the two hammocks whose owners should be sleeping. The stormвЂ™s rough waves send all the empty hammocks swinging. The small fishing vessel is not built for this type of onslaught at all, and it tumbles in the rising waves like a childвЂ™s toy.ДЄ shrieking gale knocks open a loose hatch and sends a deluge of rain below deck. The wind howls, screeching as it cuts through the torrential rain, snapping at every item that had the misfortune to be left loose.

#Treasure island book torrent

The wild storm seems to have no end, the heavens above unleashing a relentless torrent as the sea rises and falls in response.