“Get to safety, you fool!” Hornigold bellowed. “That man’s already dead!”
The surgeon either hadn’t heard Hornigold, or was deliberately ignoring him. The surgeon was scrambling through the wave as it cascaded over the deck, stubbornly trying to get to a deckhand that was pinned beneath a fallen yardarm. If the pool of blood that spread from the man’s compressed torso was any indication, he was well beyond saving.