Lema saw the yellow cloth on the hoist block's handle before the harbor worker finished dragging it out of Tavra's salvage shed. Her crew had marked it to keep it out of the laundry, and now the cloth was getting wet on the landing board.
"Put it down before you take another step," she told him. "That belongs to the salvage crew, and I need to know what you're hanging from it."
The worker lowered it beside the post. He was breathing through his mouth and holding a strip of paper with a knot drawn on it. Beyond him, Sivra stood at the mill ramp watching the bell boat. A line ran from the loading arm to a cradle caught against its damaged stern.
"Their own tackle can't lift the carriage and keep the rescue cradle up," he said. "Your block has two wheels. They asked me to find one."
