Eventually the wind slackened a little and their approach to the coast of Sebrid altered the run of the waves under the hull. But before Ilo could take advantage of this, the sail eluded his efforts, tore loose, and flapped about their heads for a moment before breaking free and disappearing into the distance. The boat swung round violently several times while they struggled to stay aboard. Perian looked up.
“Ilo! The cliffs! We’re drifting in!”
Ilo stood up, the boat drove against the rock, and Perian found himself in the sea while all around him wood splintered on stone. He had one glimpse of Ilo tossing in the water, then he himself was hurled against the tumbled boulders at thefoot of the cliff. He managed to cling to the slippery surface while the waves lashed over him. Gradually he worked his way further out of the water and onto the strip of higher rocks that huddled close against the cliff. He looked at the foaming water breaking against the shore.
“Here! Over here!”
Perian swung round and saw the boy clinging to a part of the shattered hull, some way off-shore. The tide was carrying him in.
“Hang on, lad! Hang on!”
Perian scrambled down to the edge of the water and he and Ilo stretched out their arms towards each other, but the sea held them apart until one kindly wave swelled up beneath Ilo and carried him within Perian’s reach. The king heaved his friend to safety, and they fell to the ground at the foot of the towering cliff.
Read more in;
Perian’s Journey by Sue Bridgwater and Alistair Mcgechie.