The violent sea held The Phantom in its grip for another hour. By the time the Captain sailed his ship into calmer waters, all of them, even Pete, were feeling bright green around the gills. Bird had actually vomited and the stench was bringing Toby’s dinner closer and closer to the back of his throat. Finally, he couldn’t stand it any longer.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” he said and without waiting for a response, he left the others behind.
He strode across the deck to the side of the ship. Behind him, in the pale light of a new day dawning, he could see the tempest and he wondered how they had managed to make out in one piece. He yawned and his thoughts turned to home. Of his mother and his old bedroom. How he wished he could crawl into the bed that had been his since he was ten year
