"I...think...I'm going to be sick...," Groaned Fuo, her face pale.
"No surprise there, you've been sick pretty much nonstop for the past couple of weeks."
"Shut up...you-...," She began to retort, before trailing off as she covered her mouth with a nauseous expression, her face pale.
We had been at sea for two whole weeks now, heading northeast from the port to the north of the Goldlands. And Fuo had been seasick the whole time. Yeah, I really though it wouldn't take this long to get to Platinberg. It had been twenty-five days since we initially set off from the Rustlands, today was the 21st of August. I'd used my Eyes of Compulsion to get one of the fisherman to steer the boat we stole and take us to Platinberg.
