"Oh god I'm going to throw up-" he wheezed as he gripped the railing, his face turning a ghastly shade of green. By his feet sat his espeon, who eyed him nervously from the corner of her pristine purple eyes. Her forked tail lashed about behind her when she saw her trainer lean over the railing. Ready to dash out of the way just in case he really _did_ hurl. Ryker, his gray jacket pulled tight about him to protect from the cold, stood at the very back of the boat, on the deck facing away from land. He was so embarrassed that he was sick that he couldn't bare to face the others that he sensed were outside as well. Swaying now, he glanced down at Espeon just as his nausea began to pass,

"I can't take any more of this- is land near by? Please tell me we're almost there." His reply, however, was a simple blink from his cat-like companion.