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Tyrell rolled again and felt his stomach turn over. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked in the dim light feeling disoriented. Sitting up, he bumped his head on the ceiling. Grabbing his head in his hands, he fell back down against the cushion with a soft moan.
“Ouch! What the…,” he muttered before he blinked up again. “Aw, man.”
Rolling over, he scooted off the end of the bed and stood up. Almost immediately, he had to grab a hold of the doorframe as the floor under his feet rocked. For a moment, his stomach followed the movement. His eyes swept up to look through the opening. He could see Makayla standing up behind a large white console, the wind blowing her hair back away from her face. A sense of dread swept through him when he felt the boat rock again as she turned the large si
