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Finally, after what seemed an eternity, but was actually only a little
over a day, the winds died down and the rain slacked off. With the danger
of being swamped and sunk greatly passed, Haljon ordered the
Nyriad's anchor until they could get their bearings. Unfortunately, it was discovered that while the ship was being buffeted about, the anchor had snapped its chain. The ship had no way of maintaining its position, no way of guiding themselves, and no way of getting their bearings. It was another two days before the skies finally cleared, and the light of the sun was seen again. While the girls continued to huddle in their cabin, not completely over the ordeal, Haljon and his men scurried about the ship, making repairs where they could. That night, with the stars out, Haljon was able to make a sextant reading to determine the ship's whereabouts. The next day, as the sisters worked cleaning their cabin, Haljon came to call on them. "Th'good news is only good for you three" he said. "We're well and good away from Hofargh, no doubt about it." "But..." Thelma prompted him. Haljon sighed. "But that blasted storm's blown us many, many miles off course. The sextant got kinda bent up, but if I'm reading it right, it took us hundreds of miles east and south from where we was." "And not towards the Ice Kingdoms, I'll bet," Sigourney mused. "Aye," Haljon said sourly, "The wildest storm I've seen in many years. We're lucky it didn't turn this boat over like a bitty baby's toy boat! As it is, we've wound up smack in the middle of the blasted Aryn Ocean, we are!" "So what are our options?" Louise asked. Haljon scratched he scraggly growth of beard. "Well, we're fine for food as long as we can catch fish an' such. Our biggest worry's gonna be drinkin' water. The way I see it, we're down to three options:"
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