The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

Chapter 43
Clutching the rails of the quarterdeck, I kept my eyes
open as I stared at the choppy steel-blue waters of the
Stroud Sea. It hadn’t been bad when the ship first left the
shores of Atlantia and drifted seamlessly through the mist.
The gentle swaying of the ship had been kind of a fun
experience.
But then we’d cleared the mist, and all there was were
the deep blue waters that stretched for as far as I could see.
It looked as if the sea kissed the sky. I’d thought closing my
eyes would help.
Nope.
That was much worse because without my eyes open to
confirm that I was indeed standing straight and steady, I felt
like I was falling.
What had Perry claimed not too long ago? That I would
gain my sea legs in no time? I didn’t think that would
happen at all. The small crew who worked the riggings of
the masts made it all seem so easy.
“Please don’t vomit,” Kieran said.
I glanced over at him, my eyes narrowing. He’d joined
me the moment Casteel had left my side to speak with
Delano and Perry on the helm. “I cannot make that
promise.”
He chuckled as he turned his face to the sky and the last
of the sun. “Well, if you do, please aim for over the railing.”
“I’ll make sure I aim for your face,” I retorted.
That got another laugh from the wolven. My grip on the
railing tightened as I turned back to the sea. “You know,” he