Ryanne and George lay on the bunk in their room, waiting for the boat to stop sloshing around. Ryanne hated being on the water, her worst fear was being trapped on a sinking ship, and her nerves had not allowed her any sleep. She just lay, tensing whenever a strange noise filtered inside her room. George kept her calm, but only barely as the hours passed. It felt like she had been in the room for days, and if she had been able to see herself she would know that the sick feeling in her stomach had translated to her face.

[color=fff200]"I don't like this, George."[/color] She said for the hundredth time. This time, it seemed the universe had heard of her suffering as the boat jolted into a dock. A knock at her door got her up, and she shakily made her way to it, the tiny room affording her no chance at getting lost.

[color=fff200]"The boat is docking. I've been sent to escort you up if you'd like."[/color] Said a man's voice, clearly uncertain of what help she might need.

[color=fff200]"That's great. Don't need me getting lost on this god-forasaken ship."[/color] She replied, grabbing hold of George's halter. For once she didn't care that her lack of vision was affording her special treatment. She had stowed all of her belongings, not really needing anything but what she had for the trip. She knew she needed to eat, though her stomach rebelled at the thought, so she hoped there would be food when they arrived.

The gentleman lead her and George to the ramp to disembark before the rest were allowed out of their rooms, allowing her to get down to the dock before the crowd of teens could surround her. She walked with Geroge toward the start of the dock, away from the sound of the waves and boats. Soon she was engulfed in a crowd of students, all clamoring to get back to dry land and excited to get into the school.

She kept her pace up, not wanting to be jostled around, and made it to ground fairly easily. Once there she commanded George to find her a safe place to sit, and when he lead her out of the crowd she sat down on the ground, not caring what the others might think. She needed to allow her stomach to get used to ground that wasn't rocking back and forth.