Chapter 92

Despite being ensconced in the cabin, Shereen could hear the yelling and sounds of a fierce battle. She huddled on the bed, remembering what Darius had said and yet hating herself for hiding like a coward.

But what could she do? She had no skill with a knife. Wasn't even sure she could fight. What if they weren't under attack at all and it was just the crew getting rowdy? He'd said to not open that door at all.

The ship lurched, and she almost lost her balance - she did lose her lunch. When oh when would this wretched inability to tolerate sailing stop?

She didn't understand it. Her father had loved being at sea. The stories she'd heard had her mother as a more than competent sailor, too. And she couldn't even take a bath without getting queasy.

The vessel rocked again as if something impacted it. She reeled and hit the bed hard, swallowing lest she foul the sheets.