Huddled in their room under the steering house, they begin to feel the effects of the constant swaying of the ship upon the waves. James’ stomach begins to rebel and he says, “I’m going out to get some fresh air.”

“But you’ll get soaked,” Miko says from where he’s swaying in the hammock.

He looks down at himself and replies, “I’m already wet.” He opens the door and a gust of rain comes in before he manages to close it behind him.

Outside along the deck, he sees guidelines are now tied from bow to stern to help the sailors remain aboard in the storm. Grabbing onto one, he makes his way over to the rail and puts his face into the wind, which helps to settle his protesting stomach. Never been seasick before, but then, he’s never been out in this kind of storm before either.

As they continue out to open sea, he searches for other vessels that’ve braved such a storm but doesn’t see any. He looks around to the crew, but they don’t seem too worried, so he stops his worrying about the weather. If the professionals see nothing wrong, then he shouldn’t either.

The captain is standing up by the helmsmen. Using the guide ropes to keep his footing, he makes it to the stairs and begins to climb up to reach him.

When the captain sees him climbing the stairs up to him, he asks, “Everything okay?”

Nodding, he climbs the last few steps and comes to stand next to him, holding onto the rail. “Just out for some air, is all.”

“Stomach bothering you?” the captain asks, grinning.

“A little,” he replies, “but the fresh air seems to be helping.”

The captain just nods at that.

“There doesn’t seem to be too many other ships out in this,” he mentions to the captain.

“Most don’t want or need to be out in this, so they don’t,” he explains. “But, if we just sailed in fair weather, we wouldn’t get too far.”