Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190307035754/@comment-33719112-20190322044906

The former bandit grumbled as the boat lurched, his grip tightening on the only thing steadying him, the side of the ship. He burped ungraciously once, the preface to throw up. There was good reason as to why he was a bandit, and not a pirate. He got seasick very, very easily.

"All because I got caught..." He mumbled to himself before leaning overboard and expelling his most recent meal. Once, it was a delicious mixture of greens and meat, now it was a slurry of light brown muck that had stained the side of the ship. Fayn burped again, his throat burning with the recent discharge. He swayed with the ship as he did his best to stand up straight, wiping his face with his shoulder.

"Soldier! Get up man, what are you-" The captain paused as he saw Fayn's condition. Heavy seasickness. He shook his head in pity. "What a shame. Prince Elias is expecting us shortly. We'll need to be ready at a moment's notice!" The officer stroked his beared in thought, but all Fayn could think about was getting off the boat and sprinting off into the wild.

"It's been proven that a binding substance would help in stopping seasickness! Have you had any-"

"When are we arriving?" Fayn asked, cutting his company's captain off. The captain was distraught by the minor insubordination, but excused the behavior due to the misreable state of his irregular.

"If you'd bother to look up, you'd know exactly when we would be arriving."

Sure enough, a glance over to the bow of the ship revealed that land wasn't too far off, and judging by the somewhat sluggish mobilization, landfall would be within an hour or two.The captain wished him luck before returning to whatever patrol he was doing, leaving Fayn to contemplate if heaving himself over the side was a better option than enduring another minute of his stomach attempting to expel any last vestiges of a meal he might've had.