It felt like a jagged spear had been stabbed into Coraline's chest. With every strained breath she took, it bored deeper into her lungs and scattered the pieces of her fractured ribs throughout her insides.
She could barely feel her cold, white-knuckled hands as she grabbed Lone's wrist and held on in desperation. Her hair whipped all around as the merciless winds battered the boy against the side of the ship, threatening to tear him away from her grasp.
"LOOONNE!!" Coraline screamed, "Don't let gooo!!!!"
"I'm NOT letting go!" The boy screamed back, "Just-- quit moving!"
"I'm not moving!!"
"Well, you're not holding STILL!!"
Tychon leaned one arm over a still-intact railing, "Are you having trouble, young lady?!"
Coraline angrily turned her head. She was tired. She was depressed. Her whole body hurt.
