"Straps open to the right." He says, ignoring her suggestion she goes up and handles the sails. Hell no. These winds would toss her around like a leaf. The spear comes free and he hands it to her. "Use it to row towards the island. Okay?" He passes it into her hands without letting her answer.

This is a storm at sea and he isn't an idiot. He is up and scaling the mast with his knife between his teeth in little time at all. He sees what the problem is once he's halfway up. The knife is swept in a fast slash, freeing the sails from the tangle of rope. He swings back down to the deck via the ropes as the wind hammers at him. But at least they're moving towards land now.