Driel walked onto the ship with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.
She shot a nervous glance at Locke.  Locke was being helped aboard by
Alcan.  Driel shook her head sadly.  <I wonder what's wrong with him?> she
thought idly gazing at her fellow party member.  She turned to Alcan.
"Here, let me help you..."

	Alcan shook his head at Driel.  "I can manage him.  He's not that
heavy."  Alcan wiped his brow. <I am getting tired, though,> he thought
wryly.  Smiling calmly, he looked around for the captain.  "Where should I
put him?"

	Driel looked around slowly.  "Uh... he likes to... uh... look over
the edge while we're sailing.  Maybe we ought to let him do that."  Driel
sighed.  <He wouldn't want me to reveal that he gets seasick,> she thought
hurriedly.

	Alcan opened his eyes wide.  "What if he falls out?  We can't have
that, now.  We need all the help we can get!" he said jokingly.

	Suddenly, Locke gasped.  "I get seasick...", he mumbled.  He
attempted to stand on his own.  "Take heart."  He smiled at Driel and Alcan.
"I'm not sick yet."  He chuckled to himself, then began to search for his
weapon.  "What did I do with Graedus?"

	Driel smiled at Locke.  "Graedus is right by your side, Locke.
Maybe you ought to lie down."  She unlatched Graedus's sheath from around
Locke's waist.  She handed the weapon to Locke.  "See?  Here it is."

	Locke clutched the weapon to his chest and began to swoon.  "Maybe
I should lie down... I feel hot."  Locke began to collapse.

	Alcan immediately caught Locke and shook his head.  "Maybe there's
a bed in the cabin."  As he lifted Locke into his arms, Graedus clattered
to the deck.

	Driel quickly grabbed the weapon and hurried after Alcan.  "Here, I
can get the door."  She moved in front of Alcan, and opened the door to the
crew's cabin.

	The cabin was strangely empty and the only noise that could be
heard was the splishing and splooshing of the tide crashing into the side
of the boat.  In the far corner sat a small rickety cot.  Driel dashed over
to the cot to see how sturdy it was.  She pounded on the cot with her fist,
and a cloud of dust came billowing after her.  She coughed and held up her
hand to Alcan.  "We can't put him on this," she said with dismay.

	Alcan gently laid Locke down onto the cot.  "I don't see that we
have any choice in the matter."

	From out of nowhere, a voice boomed cheerily, "Are we all ready to
shove off?"  Captain Bryant waddled into the room, his eyes squinted from
many years of exposure to the sunlight.  He slapped Alcan on the back
merrily.  "Looks like a good day for sailin'.  Not a bloomin' cloud in the
sky!"  His face became stern.  "What's with yer friend, here?"

	Alcan nudged Driel.  "He gets... seasick."

	Captain Bryant ran a hand through his beard thoughtfully.  "Well, I
`magine he'll be having one heck of a time if he's sick already!"  The
Captain let out a loud guffaw.  "So where are we headin'?"  He winked at
Driel.  "Little miss, did ye figure out where the wind would be takin' us
yet?"

	Driel looked sadly at Captain Bryant.  "Captain... I..."

	The Captain interrupted her before she could finish.  "Ah, ah, ah.
Call me Will.  The name's William Bryant the third.  But call me Will.  Go
ahead, little miss."

	Driel shrugged.  "Okay... Will.  Let's just head east, and see where
we end up.  I don't know exactly where we're going yet."

	Will smiled a toothless grin.  "What are ye, criminals or somethin'?"

	Alcan noticed the tension building up between "Will" and Driel.  He
clapped the Captain on the back mockingly and smiled.  "Well, Cap.", Alcan
said sarcastically.  "Let's get this ball rolling!"  He and the Captain
laughed together (Alcan sarcastically) and the two of them went above deck.

	Driel plopped down beside Locke.  She leaned over him, watching him
breathe, ever so slowly.  She ran her hand through his hair, and tried to
smooth it out of his face.  As she touched his forehead, she gasped.  <He's
so warm!>, she thought alarmed.  Suddenly the ship lurched to the right.
Driel's stomach performed yet another flipflop.  <I guess we're off,> she
thought.  She stood, gingerly trying to find her sea legs.  She tucked
Graedus next to Locke's arm and whispered to him, "I'll be back.  I'll
bring you some water."

	Locke stirred and weakly yelled, "Wait!  Don't go..."

	Driel bent over Locke's bedside, now worried about him more than
ever.  "What is it, Locke?"

	Locke softly whispered, "I love you, Rachel."

	Driel gasped and looked away from him.  <I know he's delirious,
but... I can't take this right now,> she thought, panicking slightly.
Turning away from him, she raced out of the cabin to search for Alcan and
some water.