Agripena retched over the ship's railing for what seemed to her like the twentieth time. She had never been on a ship before, and it seemed that she was suffering what the sailors termed "Neptune's Curse." Put simply, this was a trip from Tartarus, and her destination might be even worse. Or at least more isolated.

She managed to lift her head from the vomiting long enough to get a look at the horizon. The last hour or so had apparently gotten them close enough to see the shores of Britannia. The Priestess whispered a prayer to her patron. "Thank you, Ceres."