Kirk Lander arrived in the New World to find himself throwing up over the side of a swaying, creaking ship. It was kind of hard to absorb new information while vomiting, and a few moments passed before Kirk realized that he was on board of the Albatross, the cog built in his capital. He had recklessly decided to go aboard for her maiden voyage!
When he'd finished retching and coughing, Kirk wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his leather jacket, and wiped the sleeve on the handrail. He looked astern, and saw that the shore wasn't that far away: he could clearly make out the people standing at the end of the wooden pier. That meant they likely saw him throw up; fuck! He shouldn't have drank all that ale before stepping aboard.
