By: Steve Fite
Flushed and green, Walid used one hand to not fall overboard and the other hand to touch something, anything that gave him a real experience beyond the seasickness that had emptied every last morsel of his squalid dinner from his increasingly angry belly.
It wasn’t so much the nausea that bothered Walid; no, that was the easy part. It was the headache and the tunnel vision he knew from experience was coming.
And with it, the inability to be much more than a speedbump for the pirates about to overtake his ship. Maybe jumping overboard would save him from both.