From his view on the shore, the ship’s movements had appeared smooth and graceful, as if it were gliding across the water. In reality, it seemed to lurch forward with an endless rise and fall with each surge of the ocean beneath them, to which his stomach was responding in kind. He clenched his teeth as his gut twisted and a sweat broke out on his brow, prickling his scalp.
He did his best to focus on his surroundings instead. The waves slapped against the sides of the ship, punctuated by the odd call from one of the crewmates as they performed the many, mysterious tasks involved in sailing the ship, or the mournful cry of a gull as it flew overhead.
Iarion hadn’t gone to the trouble of convincing the captain to let him aboard just to lose his Wood Elf dignity within the first few moment
