Sometime later, Rose woke in the middle of the night after she heard yelling coming from up top of the ship. They had been sailing for a little over three days which Rose knew from keeping track of the nights. They were soon to reach Zayne's home and Rose couldn't be more grateful.
While the night skies were beautiful, Rose couldn't take any more of the ship swaying so much and looking down at the water made her want to throw up. She couldn't understand how fishermen or even everyone else on the ship could put up with this feeling that came upon her after three days.
Zayne was sound asleep like they were on land in the comfort of their home. The rocking was not getting to him and Rose wondered how many times he had been on a ship to be so used to this.
