SPECIAL A/N, READ IT:
Disclaimer: I do not own the series. Or anything written and created by John Flanagan.
Also, there is a death.
Will could feel the ropes coming loose; the wind was in his face so he couldn't see.
"Evanlyn!" She couldn't hear him over the roar of the wind. The came even looser, to the point of worrisome.
"Evanlyn!" He yelled a bit louder. The ropes snapped, but not loud enough to hear over the roar of the waves. He fell to the ground as the ropes flew away.
"EVANLYN!" She turned…as he slid to the edge.
"WILL!" Erak turned as well, hearing her cry. Will grabbed the edge as he was about to fall. Evanlyn's ropes came loose, and some of the Skandians grabbed her before she could drift off.
"WILL!" Evanlyn cried as she saw Will's grip slip.
"EVANLYN!" He cried one last time.
Right as he fell overboard, he struck his head.
"Well," said Erak, "There goes John Flanagan's career." A loud splash was heard, amazingly, over the waves.