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He managed a slight nod in response to the stiff pat on his back as he finished emptying the contents of his stomach into the waters below. He slowly pushed himself up from the railing and managed a squinted glance around. The new passengers had all begun to file below deck, and so he uneasily began his stumbling path towards the door to the deck below.

As he entered the bowels of the ship, he slowly progressed with one hand sliding along the rough boards that made up the corridor of cabins. Wandering past a few occupied rooms, he came to small empty room that housed only a hammock, small table, and a hanging lantern.

He collapsed into the hammock after two quick strides across his cabin and closed his eyes out of sheer frustration, letting the soft swaying of his hammock bring his stomach to some sense of settling.

The stocky musketeer cringed slightly as the cargo barge lurched forward, carving its way over the surface of the Arcadian Oceans deep cerulean waters. The noonday sun beat down upon the planks of the deck as the whole of the Jenivere's newest passengers followed closely behind the first mate.

Though he was a stout as the gnarled, petrified oaks that spotted the wasteland of the Mana Wastes, he didn't cope to terribly well with the constant tossing of the waves. His stomach turned as the craft barreled through a rather large whitecap, and his sharp intake of breath was all that kept his ale-soaked breakfast of day old hash and duck eggs down.

Keep it together... he grimaced to himself. You can give me a horse anyday, but I can't take these gods forsaken waves.

He stopped for a moment to regain composure and caught a glance of some of the Jenivere's crew as they tended to their duties. He had never seen a more random melting pot of individuals in his four decades of life.

If it works then it works.. he shrugged in quick contemplation. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a stout blast of salty air hit him square in the face, blowing the wisps of his tawny and grey hair back out of his face, and he lost all composure. He doubled over the starboard railing and instantly regretted his late-morning second helping.

Hrmph... Well... My well-grizzled scruff is growing impatient. Hahaha!

It's awfully quiet in here...