From Chapter Ten: Perilous Passage
Adelard shouted over the roaring water, “Keep to the right of the Island. Breandan warned me that great harm may come if we if take the left side.” Their six-day journey had been a wild ride but nothing like this. A wave, ten ells high, proudly wearing a white bonnet caught their raft, picked it and slammed it down, rattling pots hanging in the cabin.
Another wave larger than the first clutched the raft tight to its frothy, boiling bosom, whirling it around half a dozen times before casting it free.
Five-hundred ells, four-hundred, three-hundred, to the fork, and the river growled, rolled and boiled beneath them, promising destruction with every ell covered.
Alstrom fought to hold onto the twisting handle of the sweep, fought to keep the wide white blade immersed in the waves, fought to guide their little craft over to the right.
The other rangers rowed like an army of a hundred Glegs were closing in.
A wave surged over the back of the raft, knocking Alstrom to his knees, ripping the steering oar from his hands, and washing it over the side. He crawled over to the spares, drew his dagger, cut through the lashings, crawled back to the stern, and placed it in the Y shaped oarlock.
Josh left his place at the oars, crawled to Alstrom, placed his hands behind the ranger, lending his strength to the task.
Adelard shouted, “Pull, pull harder now, pull again,” and the nose of their craft turned towards the right hand shore.
A sudden movement on the island tip caught the corner of Josh’s eyes. He straightened up, held tight to the sweep handle, and scanned the approaching land, now less than two-hundred ells away and closing fast. A figure stood on the fingertip of the island, waving a bit of red cloth in the air.
Josh blinked, wiped the spray form his eyes and looked again. The moment he knew his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he screamed, “Adelard, there’s some on the island.”
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From Keeper of the Sword: book two
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It is often a simple thing, the roll of the dice, the turn of a card, or a chance meeting that can change one’s life forever. For Josh Campbell, and Morgan Connelly it was a seemingly harmless chain of events, a fight after school and performing a ritual that neither one of them believed in.
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