I hate boats, I think I've written of this dislike before. As much as everyone is like "Woo the feeling of freedom." I'm like "Woo the feeling of nausea and tasting everything I ate over the last few days." That also ignores having to go to the bathroom over the rear of a ship (peeing is bad enough with the wind up, don't even think about the other kind). This ship was one of the worst I'd ever been on (as if you couldn't assume that from my previous entry which mentioned how rundown it was).
We had to sleep in ratty hammocks below decks, the whole place stinks of mold/mildew/and something I didn't ever want to qualify. The ship rocks back and forth like a messed up rocking chair, causing you to get dumped out of the hammocks roughly every hour or so (even in calm water, they managed to do this, I think specifically to annoy me). I was at least comforted by everyone on the ship was having issues with puking, so it wasn't my unique hell on that aspect.
In fact we were all so tired from puking and not getting sleep I was getting worried we'd make Toebeck island and be unprepared to face what was there do the conditions prior to getting there! Farverson said as much to me between puking bouts, telling me specifically to make sure I got rest to guide us in. I tell you its nice to have someone thinking about you, but its not so nice when its thinking of you so you can navigate them to a new hell on this world. Oh wait thats a spoiler for whats coming...
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