"Bluuuurg!"
John made the grotesque noise as he vomited over the rail of the rowboat. He fell back into the boat groaning, his face a deeper shade a of green than it usually was.
"I hate the sea," he muttered.
Tabitha, who was watching him with her companions, said, "We haven't even made it the to ship yet and you are already sick?"
It was true. They were being rowed to the ship and John was already spilling out his morning breakfast. The ocean was not his best suit.
"Oh, he'll get over it," said the handsome wolf who was rowing the boat, "He has yet to earn his sea legs."
His name was Rowan. He was a charming youth full of life. The first time they met him on the beach he managed to charm Cassy, but he had a hard time with Tabitha, who was actively resisting him.
"You'll come around," he had told her.
"In your dreams," Tabitha told him.
The trip was mercifully short, though John certainly didn't seem to think so as he lost a little more just as they pulled up to the side of the large ship. Marty, in his somewhat know-it-all way, explained it was a Schooner type as they began climbing the rope ladder.
"The substitution of fan shaped rear pointed sails over the traditional square ones means a larger ship can be sailed by a smaller crew."
"True enough," Rowan noted as he helped the cheetah over the railing just a bit roughly before being more gentile with the ladies climbing over, "But as they say it's the quality over the quantity."
A shout down the way of 'Captain on Deck!' had all available eyes turn. This unfortunately meant Johns grip slipped just as he was climbing the rail and he would have falling if not for digging his claws into the wood.
"Hate the sea. Hate it..." he grumbled.
"You might change your mind in time." John looked up and again lost his grip, though this time at least he face planted into the deck instead of falling backwards. Not without good reason though.
The snow leopardess standing over him dressed in boots and leather Bodice over a white blouse was straining to support a pair of barely contained melon's that had to be bigger than her head each.
She grinned and said, "So, you must be those landlovers that guy sent us? And hiding from how green this guy is in they face, you have yet to earn your sea legs. Anyway, I'm Captain Vanessa."
John and his companions stared at her for a few moments, trying to comprehend the sheer size of her tits, before Marty stepped forward and said, "Why yes, we are your passengers. You must excuse my friend here. He is....well, not used to all of this. Poor thing."
This earned Marty a glare from John, and Vanessa observed this with amusement. "Very well, let me show you to your quarters. Follow me."
She turned, her tits jiggling, and strutted away
"How does she handle those things?" Cassy marveled.
Tabitha immediately glared at John and Marty, expecting some smart-aleck remark. But Marty was just stunned in general. And John... well, the last of breakfast was bidding him bon voyage.
It took a minute for both to compose themselves before they quickly followed the girls. The captain was already telling them a bit about the ship as they walked.
"Welcome aboard the HMS Solaris. Though we sometimes call it the ship of second chances. You'll find we might not be then most 'upstanding' of crews, but everyone is friendly and helpful enough. All the same, best not to misplace your coin purse while on board.
"Ever crew member has something of a shady past. But this ship is their chance at a new life. If they really wish to leave that past behind they are welcome here to make a start of it. But if they just can't I have no qualms about pitching them over the side."
They climbed down a staircase, which led to the storage unit of the ship. "Ship has two layers. My crew sleep in the bottom. It might get a bit loud and rough down there if there is a storm, just warning you upfront."
Crew's sleeping quarters consisted out of bunkbeds, and Cassy marveled how clean it was, and Vanessa said, "I keep my ship clean and orderly. The last thing I want is for disease to break out. I can't afford that."
She rambled on about her ship some more, but John wasn't listening. He saw a bed and his first instinct was to lay done. He needed to calm down his rumbling beer gut and throbbing head.
He dozed off. Though, he did not sleep soundly. His dreams were troubled and he tossed in his sleep.
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