The peppermint was doing absolutely nothing. 15 minutes had passed and Ethan felt no discernible difference in his queasiness, in fact he was certain it had gotten worse. A few hours left? He would be fortunate to make it a few minutes! Finding himself back at the railing he groaned and hung over it, arms dangling and his eyes squeezed tightly. Next time he'd take a carriage. He didn't care if whoever he was working with wanted a boat, he'd go by land and meet them a week later if he had to. Not like they typically had him do much anyways.

"Oh man... Just kill me now..." Ethan whined, lifting his hands and rubbing at his face as he stood upright, turning only to sink down against the railing and lay his head back against it. At least the cool metal felt nice on his neck. The scraping of claws on the deck made him open his eyes just as a large feline darted past him, raising an eyebrow and seeing two children running after the animal. How was that thing on deck? And why were kids chasing it? He was no animal expert but didn't animals usually chase people, not the other way around? Ugh, thinking made his head ache even more. Maybe he'd be better off below deck again? He crewhands had said fresh air would do him good but he found little difference. 

Ethan reached behind himself, inside of his cloak, and scratched at his back. Not only was he terribly seasick, but he was also [i]dead[/i] bored! The nausea hindered most of what he'd like to do for fun, but even then without his options were limited. Glancing around the ship he was happy to find that two other people were against the railings, presumably just as sick as him. Maybe not the [i]nicest[/i] thing to take solace in, but it was warming to know someone else might be sharing his misery. That didn't really make it sound any better, did it? Chuckling to himself he ruffled his own hair, belching loudly. "Hey miss!" he shouted, referring to the lone Ydran woman at the railings, looking much different compared to the other passengers. "They might have some ginger in the kitchen, if you need it!" Ethan smiled before quickly covering his mouth, turning on his knees and poking himself through the rails. And there went his breakfast...

The captain traced their route on his map, forgoing the display the ship had been outfitted. These new inventions were hopeless, if a sailor knew how to use a map, a compass and a sextant you could easily find your location. And he had, they were right on course. Having detoured from their original route - a large thunderstorm was brewing off of Galloway's southern edge - they elected to circle a bit further to the west, let the storm pass and arrive a bit later in the evening. It would extend the trip but spare the passengers a miserable entry into the city. 

"The skies look clear as far as the eye can see, sir! No signs of any rogue waves either, looks like we've avoided the storm entirely!"

"Excellent! Then maintain this course, the few extra hours won't hurt anyone. Shipmaster, I want you to plan a course back to Orosi once we arrive, we have cargo to deliver there next. Which means we'll be needing to be rid of some of our load in Galloway too." Some leftover parcels, spare containers of goods, things they'd picked up in other ports for remarkably low price in hopes of turning over a profit. It would be a large haul and, with luck, a worthwhile one. The ship was in need of some new parts and this job should more than cover it.

Using the intercom system built into the ship, the captain relayed a message to the crew members down below deck. "Attention all hands, we'll be arriving in roughly 3 hours. Estimated distance is 130 nautical miles, so try not using more fuel than we need. Anything not necessary can be taken down and maintenance can begin, it should be smooth sailing from here lads. Settle in, we'll be in port soon."