The rough sea

                                                    When Drannor and America woke up, Zaos was already on the deck with his books and notes in his hands. It seems he was finally back to his research mode. While that was a bit disappointing, they couldn't help but wonder how he could study in such a place with so much wind and while the waves were moving the boat from side to side.

"Good morning," Zaos said. "It seems the ship isn't doing you any good, you two look like someone who slept under a rock."

"Well, I am already used to that kind of feeling thanks to our time in the North," Drannor said.

                                                    Ameria didn't look as messy as Drannor, but she looked like that because her maids helped her to fix her bed hair and everything else. Still, she looked pretty grumpy since she wasn't a morning person and the ship's motion only made things worse.

"How can you be fine in a ship like this?" Ameria asked.