The fishing boat tore its anchor through the quay and took the winch operator with it.
Ty caught sight of the man's boots between two gun barrels. A chain swept up after him, peeling stone from the landing. The harbor officer dropped her speaking funnel and seized the back of his coat. For a few steps they both went upward. Her knee struck the winch housing, her grip slipped to his belt, and the belt broke.
Lema was already shouting from Tavra's rail. Ty missed the words. The boat had turned across the white cloth marking the patients, and its remaining mooring ran straight through their stretchers.
He ran down the last stair with his left shoulder bound against him. Below the bakery, a woman was trying to fit Orren's board through the door. Ty caught the door before the carrier's movement shut it on Orren's foot.
"Leave him inside until somebody clears that landing. The mooring is coming across the patients."
