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.

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