<img alt="" src="http://i60.tinypic.com/2eb7ep3.png" style="float:left; padding:6px;"/><span style="color: #BFBFBF">The woman in question closed the pages and looked on the captain with a warming smile.  “I am comfortable now.  Ready… not so much.”  She kept her finger in place as a marker for where she had left off reading, but gave the man her full attention, leaning forward so the object was buried between her and the seat.  “However, I find myself in your debt for the assistance you have given me with this journey, Captain Grazzienelli.  I watched the dock shrink as we parted and I thought to myself ‘What a strange thing, that we should travel so far from the fight in the effort to win it.’  It was an odd display to my eyes, but I was comforted with how easily I adjusted to the motions on the water.  I believe I am also in Mr. Dicken’s debt, then.  It likely wouldn’t have been as easy had I not had this with which to ease my mind.  Should you have need of me, I am yours to command, Captain.  What have you to show me?”<br/><br/>When she mentioned the dock shrinking, the man smiled to himself, almost expressing his thoughts through a chuckle. He sighed deeply. In response to her ideas, he nodded his head. “It is indeed a strange thing. There are times when we need to isolate the issue in order to find a fix to it. I am glad to know that you adjusted easily to the motions on the water. Actually, people who never been on a ship before, it is only natural if they experience motion sickness on higher levels of the ship.”<br/><br/>The man chuckled and gazed at her, briefly running one hand along his left arm to fix his jacket’s sleeve. “I could give you a few tips on how to avoid motion sickening symptoms” he began, raising a brow, a touch of amusement on his lips. “For example, we are currently sitting in a way where we’re facing the direction of travel. I made sure your bed was also positioned that way. If on the deck and you suddenly feel uneasy, fix your gaze on the horizon for a little while and these sickening feelings shall go away naturally.” Luciano looking thoughtful, he placed his hat on top of his head and his palms found a way back to his lap. “For now, you may take as much time as you need should you feel like you want to be alone in order to settle and what not. At 18:30, Mr. Marcini shall come seeking you out. I will be seeing you then, Senora”<br/><br/>Sparing him from her glare at the mention of seasickness, Yvonne gave him a single nod in acquiescence.  She watched him depart, then leaned back in her chair again.  A sigh of relief escaped her lips.  While it was true that she hadn’t become sick, she was indeed nauseous, and his assistance was mildly helpful - if she hadn’t figured it out for herself already.  That she got to remain sitting and not flexing her abdominal muscles over her precious digestive system was more than enough to quiet it once more, and though her eyes were originally opposed to the task, they behaved now with the knowledge that such distraction would, in fact, quell the raging ocean within if not that without.<br/><br/>Yet, a blush crept up her cheeks as she was reminded of the mans words from the very same novel, and she felt an all too familiar nervousness in the pit of her stomach separate from the alien emetic sensation of the seasickness.<br/></span>