Aramil was quite glad he didn't need to sleep, it limited the amount of time he had to spend below deck in that stench.  He stuck to the bow of the boat as much as possible, putting him as far from the entrance to the crew quarters below as he could.  Not that he looked down on anyone, but the smell was enough to make a corpse getup and leave.<br/><br/>He sat on deck looking towards the approaching island, his swords lay crossed in his lap, because as 'comfortable' as sitting in chainmail was, sitting with your swords either digging into the deck or pulling their straps up against your body was less so, and at least this way they were on hand if something did suddenly show up.