"Watch out!" someone shouted.
The rope lifting the canon onto the ship began to fray. Frederick stood staring, as the other sailors scrambled away. One of them wasn't fast enough.
It was a blur as everyone ran to check on the boy, check the canon, check the state of the ship's deck.
"Bjorgman!" the lieutenant shouted. "Don't just stand there! Go help the ship's surgeon!"
"Yes, sir!" Frederick replied, running to the ship's surgeon, and immediately regretted that he hadn't been fast enough finding something else to do. He needed to help, though.
"Bjorgman, hold this!" the surgeon instructed him.