Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 4]

"It looks like you've gotten your sea legs at least," Pyrrha giggled. "That's good."

I didn't have the heart to correct her. All I'd gotten better at was hiding the nausea. As it was, I had to leave her behind and head back to the centre of the deck, which at least felt a little nicer. Blake was back up top in the crow's nest, and lacking a crippling reason to talk to her, my stomach didn't dare make the climb. The damn thing was swaying back and forth too, and I had no idea how she could stomach it. I slouched against the mast instead and sat down to bring my centre of gravity a little lower.

"Still bad?" someone asked. Ruby poked her head around the side, grinning at me.

"Still bad," I confirmed, chuckling a little.

—Forged Destiny [Book 4: Ch. 4]