Chapter 14
“Are you joking, Pasha? You expect me to trust that. It’s a tramp steamer. I can barely make out the name, the SS Oreposa, whatever that means. It’s old. It looks like it's crewed by a bunch of misfits. Even in port in calm waters, that flat bottom will rock something fierce. Imagine open water and wind?”
“I know. The French call being seasick as Mal de Mer.” Pasha, however, did not tell his friends about crackers from his earlier time. The two stood at a damaged pier, looking at an old ship used to deliver supplies to small communities along the east coast of Spain. “It will get us there. We can’t complain. After all, we came up with this plan together.
I feel seasick and ready to start vomiting, and they haven’t even started the engine. Pasha was not happy.
A large seagull
