[The rhythmic up and down and side to side of ship-board life was not one that suited everyone. Right now it certainly did not the blonde haired youth enthusiastically losing his lunch over the rail.

He looks deathly pale, more than simple sea-sickness, but believe you me, Mr White looks like that all the time.

If fact, having spied the amount of cooking grease and oil just thrown over the side, sitting on top of the water like a chocking blanket, he feels a lot better. But not enough not to hurl again.]