Tristran spares a glance below him and notices that they've made quite a bit of progress -- the cloud which they had just been settled upon is no longer below them. It must be a mile or more down from where they are now...dropping would not be fun.

He hooks the elbow of his burned hand into one of the rungs while the other hand holds tightly to the rope and closes his eyes.

A moment later, Yvaine is helped aboard. Tristran, on the other hand, helps himself, stumbling over the railing and into the wooden deck.