Chapter Thirteen
It was a symphony of vomiting, an arrhythmic pulsing of sound. People on the ferry were fighting to hold anything down as the craft rose up in the air and slammed down again. It had started with all the adults making light of the situation and having a good time. Then it was just the children annoying the adults by enjoying the rocky ride. Then it was the children crying. And then, the smell of vomit mixed in the air with the water spray. The person sitting next to Gordon had clearly just eaten a curry, which added another level to the aroma.
Gordon had been able to hold down the queasy feeling. He knew he could fight it, and he did fight with all he had, something which a lot of the approximately two hundred people on the single deck obviously couldn’t do, almost all of
