The boat skips across the water, racing ever further away from land. Warm salt water droplets kiss her skin. She closes her eyes and imagines that the little vessel carrying her is passing over a coral reef, teeming with life. Beyond that, she envisions the little fishing boat passing over a sunken ship-a pirate ship, mayhaps, left so long to the world under the sea that it has been entirely encrusted in barnacles. Surely such a once-stately ship was filled with treasures in addition to the aquatic life that now call it home. She's so entirely lost in her day dream that the gagging sounds coming from the stern of the boat take a minute to catch her attention.
"Forget to take your Dramamine, Errol?", Gretchen asks as she squeezes her eyes shut even harder for a moment, in no hurry to get back to this reality.
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