Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 3]

The nights were long, the days longer, but the journey had been free of storms – something I'd caught the Sailors thanking the stars for. There wasn't much else I caught, unfortunately, thanks to the vomit which regularly spewed from my lips.

"Still?" Ren sighed, one hand on my back as he rubbed away. "It's been three days, Jaune. How can you not have developed your sea legs by now?"

"Probably because he spends most of his time on his knees," Nora laughed. "You should run around to keep fit. Pyrrha and Yang did laps of the ship this morning."

The taste of sick lingered in my mouth but supplies of water were too low to frivolously use to wash it away. I had to swallow it and soldier on with a grimace. "I can barely stand up straight," I groaned. "Let alone run around. I don't want to end up cleaning the deck again."

—Forged Destiny [Book 2: Ch. 3]