The Undead cretan was indeed speeding up our trip, using his sorcery he made the winds push us exactly where we needed to go. My father, unknowing of the demon aboard, had decided with the fair winds we would be arriving in about three days. So as I lay hopelessly sea sick across the side of the ship Jack began to interrogate me.

"Why did you want bears for brothers? Was your mom aware she was a bear? How did you turn them back?" He was squatting on the board lay on, and no matter how much the boat rocked he didn't fall. "Shut up. Ye have we lady feet," I mumbled. That was the best insult I could come up with through this nausea. "They are not 'wee.' They are manly! Like Hobbit feet but less hairy." He was inspecting his feet now digging between his toes for bits of dirt. "They be dainty," I sneered. "Well they are mine and I love them." He balanced on his bum so he could 'hug' his feet. "You should not be able to bend that way," I choked on the last bit as whatever I had last eaten entered this world for the second time.
The boat was a heavy durable wood floating on endless waves of briny water. Gulls and other birds borrowed our masts to rest their wings. I stared longingly at those birds so free to do whatever they wanted and if they got seasick they could fly over to the shore. "Your face is such a lovely shade of green." The white devil clearly enjoyed my pain. "Why must you taunt me? Just go use magic on someone else and annoy them," I suggested. "Are any of them an endangered princess?" He leaned off the boat holding on with his knees his hands reaching down trying to touch the higher waves. "No but you can keep an eye on me without talking to me." I rested my face in my hand. "I'd much rather annoy you until you jump over board, then I could save you and be done with it." He was joking I think but, to a sea sick princess it didn't seem like the worst of plans.

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I didn't quite grasp what I saw when the Princess took my suggestion. She simply leaned out just past her stomach and kicked off. She sank like a rock into the swirly green-blue water. It took me a minute to jump in after her mainly because I was in shock, note to self: Do not joke with this chick.

She was soaking wet but, thankfully she knew how to swim and her faming hair made her easy to spot. "I hope you know I don't like water. Your lucky I felt like a swim." Merida didn't answer she just layed there of the deck of the ship as a puddle of water formed around her. "And now your gonna get hypothermia and die." I crossed my arms plopping down cross-legged next to her. "I don't see why your so mad I only did what you said too" She had closed her eyes now with a contented shrug on her face. "I'm not mad, just disappointed," I mumbled. "Disappointed." she repeated casually. "That you didn't drown," I added. "Oh yes then you'd have to give me air," she snorted. Give her air? oh CPR. eww. Gotta think of a comeback...hrmm...hm. "You'd like that wouldn't you" Nailed it! "Excuse me I would rather drown" she sat up quickly which judging by her sudden change in color was not the best of plans. "Are you feeling okay?" "No. I am not okay. I hate boating." Watching her crumple up in pain I may have felt slightly bad about teasing her earlier. "Rub my back", she barked at me. I made noises of disobedience but did as I was told out of guilt. "I can't take any more of this boat...Can you make a giant storm blow us to shore right now?" I had never really tried to make a storm that big seeming how even my smalls storms got out of hand pretty fast. "Nope" I glanced around the boat. What cured sea sickness? I propped myself up with my staff and pulled her up by her waist until I had her sitting on the staff like before. From there I just kinda floated three or four feet of the ground. "Thanks" she said groggily. She had drool in the corner of her mouth and since she was leaning on me in was getting on my hoodie. However it was better than the alternative.