Henry lets the new air take over him. The ceramic and smooth air took over the dank and burning air of the sea, or the stagnant mess of hell fire in the core of there ship, the kind that made the blaze of the hot farm day nothing compared to it. This one was cooling, soothing and lively, a sweet sent to it, like mildew and honey. Henry was getting to excited now, overusing his body to rush things to there desired destination. By the eight set he was wobbling, his masculine frame starting to fail him in exhaustion, and he wasn't even off the boat! Sitting down for a break, eating more bread and stale ale, he found himself wondering. What was land like, did it feel different? Would they be alone? What was it like here? It was just too exciting.