I don’t know when I fell asleep, but when I wake up, the ship is suddenly rocking much harder than when Anthony and I boarded.
Speaking of which, he’s huddled in a nearby corner, looking just miserable.
‘Anthony?’
“I don’t feel good,” he whines. “I think I’m gonna be sick…”
I press my snout lightly into his arm, purring.
‘Want me to find you some water?’
He shakes his head.
‘Food?’
He shakes his head again.
‘Anything?’
“Give me a couple hours,” he whispers. “We’ll get caught if we go up while the crew is awake.”
I roll my eyes, but curl around him. If he wants to wait, it’s probably for the best.
Soon, I feel the ship pulling away from the harbor. Fingers crossed, we’re heading to Erin. If not, we’ll find our way.
The crew eventually grow quiet, occasionally break
