It could have been the disgust from seeing the bloody, mutilated corpse. It could have been the residual effect of the paw. Serenica only knew she was sicker than ever. With every rocking motion her stomach turned and there was always the pressure at the back of her throat forcing her to heave up what little food she could get to stay down.
She bent over and defiled the sea, but Heike came to stop her.
"It's bad luck to do that."
"You want me to throw up on you instead?" Serenica asked, enraged.
She didn't have enough time to bend back. The digested piece of bread made its way on the deck.
"We just scrubbed that!" the pirate complained.
Bread! The Admiral never ate it, and he was sane. The realization shook Serenica through all of her flesh, like a lightning striking through a dead tree. She didn't even feel like throwing up anymore. She had figured out the source of the madness that had taken two lives.
She now pitied the deceased and cursed herself for being so slow.
