<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/f4L4H5i.jpg)</div><br/>Maximus was one man who was not well suited to sea, and even though he was up to date on all things medical he spent a good bit of time below decks trying not to think about the ocean.  At least, he mused, the boat would have to stop and let him off at some point.  He did his best not to whine, but surely enough people had seen him moaning and groaning.   If people were questioning how a grass type became a captain, they were probably wondering how this fairy type got onto the boat at all.<br/><br/>At least, despite the fact that he knew that his conduct thus far would have given the others nothing but doubts, the boat did finally drop anchor.  The only problem, of course, was that stuff needed moved from the boat to shore and there was no convenient dock to put it off onto.  He actually did a double take at how far from the shore they were.<br/><br/>He winced at the thought of loading things into boats and wondered if he would vomit again.<br/><br/>However, he had to force himself.  Swallowing his pride and praying that his stomach would be tougher here, he volunteered for the unloading effort.<br/><br/>As he volunteered to help whoever looked like they were in charge of the unloading process, he already felt his stomach rumbling.<br/><br/>It proved to be a long, hungry morning, but he dared not complain.  As long as he fought through pain and irritation, he'd be fine...<br/><br/>However, it did not take long for him to begin grumbling at the weight and to start to slow down...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Helping to load the boats!</div></div>