The boat rocked under our weight as it ventured out into the sea. "Are you certain that this vessel will hold, Magat?" I asked as I held onto the edges of the hull. My stomach spun on itself and was currently waging a war against my insides as we floated in the middle of the waters.
The war chief laughed as he rowed using the paddles. "Yes,Samuel. This boat will hold. As long as you keep yourself seated." He glanced at me from the front. "Why are you asking? Are you afraid of the ocean?"
"Of course I'm not!" I lied, feeling the blood creep into my face. My cheeks felt plump to the point that I thought that they were about to explode. "Alright, alright. Yes! I am afraid of the ocean!"
More laughter echoed as Lyana joined the war chief in laughing at me. "The Chosen One, who has lived
