Gerald clutched the railing with a vice-like grip. The ship rolled with alarming regularity, and he prayed to Saxnor that the voyage would end quickly. Water was for bathing, not for sailing, he thought; better to be back on dry land. He felt a hand touch his arm and looked to see Princess Anna beside him.
"Are you all right, Gerald? You look very pale."
"I'm fine," he snapped, then thought of Anna. "Sorry, I'm not comfortable over water, and the damn boat is pitching too much."
Anna smiled, "The boat's hardly moving, Gerald, it's a very smooth sailer. You need to relax a little. What is it about deep water that troubles you so much?"
Gerald gripped the railing even tighter, "I had that bad experience, years ago. It was not at all pleasant."
"The water in the grotto didn't bother you,
