Brendan was just sailing along when she blundered into the remains of some pack ice that had been blown apart by a gale. She was in a lot of trouble, trying to keep off the ice and make sure that she wasn't squashed. The whole crew had to get up again and again, manning the sails to give more steering way or watching for ice ahead. They couldn't sleep anyway, with the ice knocking on the thin leather all around. The crew kept on in spite of this, but it was just not possible to avoid all the ice. It was all different colors, very pretty but you couldn't look at it without thinking what would happen if Brendan hit the ice, which rather ruined it. The colors would tell you what kind of ice it was, and if it was a choice between hitting one piece or the other, which one would be worse to hit. They kept on like this for a long time. At this point, the section ends.
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Bell
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