Braer braces his feet and grabs the big wheel with both hands, straining to control the ship's turn to port. The ship begins to turn, and the angle of the deck slowly begins to slacken.
Colmarr grabs the coiled end of a sail line and deftly loops it around his waist and ties a knot. Glancing around, he spies another coiled rope on the deck not yet attached to anything.
Despite the lessening pitch of the ship's deck, Magyar continues to slide across the planks. Just as his right hand finds the trailing edge of a rope, he feels his feet fetch up against the port gunnel.
Captain Ben stumbles and keeps his feet, unfortunate for the big man. Had he fallen, he may have slid into the gunnel like Mag. Instead, and he pitches over backwards. His right hand manages the grab the railing as he goes over, his left quickly coming up as well, and he hangs there.
Up above the ship, N'un T'Chauck slowly advances towards Troth along the inside of the shards. As the boat begins to slowly right itself, his descent becomes more and more vertical. Were the boat to come fully back to rest on an even keel it would be N'un T'Chauck hanging from the ropes and Troth resting on them.
Finally reaching his destination safely, N'un T'Chauck prepares to help the shorter, stockier man. He can see that Torth's right leg is entwined in the ropes, his knee hooked over a horizontal rope, his calf wrapped around a vertical one, and his foot caught under another crossing rope. Whether by accident or instinct, it surely saved Troth's life. Now N'un T'Chauck must decide whether to cut Troth free--a dangerous move--or attempt to unentwine the man's leg--risky, given the circumstances and possibilty for further damage to the leg. He could also try to help the man back up to secure himself, but Troth is bellowing rather loudly at the moment.
Troth feels that his right knee has been twisted rather badly. It is aflame with pain. He isn't able to sit up and grab the rope with his hands, but he might be able to hook his other leg and make himself more secure. As the boat begins to right itself, the ropes twist his knee even more painfully.
High above the boat, the two men can still hear Grondar's curses and the clanking of his chain rising on the wind. Grondar stuggles to his feet. His head smarts something fierce, and he feels a bit woozy. He leans on his spear and puts his other hand against the wall. The ship seems to not only be rocking side to side and bobbing up and down, but spinning in circles as well.
