Raoul peered into the distance seeking any sign of the land that was so elusive, yet so temptingly close now. He had stopped using his focus stone to peer long distances as each time that he did he became violently sick. This would have been nothing new, for seeing a landlubber heaving over the ship"s rails was not unusual. He had spent most of his time in the crow"s nest, and raining sick tended to result in unpleasantness from his crewmates. Since he had to live with them he had to keep his stomach under control, and the stones had been put regretfully away. So he had gained his sea legs relatively quickly, much more quickly than many of the tribesmen. The watch from the nest was one that not many of the sailors preferred, and they were happy to share the watches with him. He ignored the
