Today's OneWord: Desperation

Out of sheer desperation, Arvey tugged at the rope and watched the sail billow open like a loose flap of skin, torn and pinkish against the gray sky. Barkelee was looking worse for wear, and no matter how many bandages Mistress Kor wrapped around his abdomen, the blood never seemed to slow its journey down the legs of his breeches. Quinoni kept close to the bow of the small boat, squinting through the mist, as Arvey prayed that they would reach a calmer shore in time.