you'd been at port for a few days now and you were getting impatient as to when you'd set sail again. Your captain, Sinbad currently seemed to be more focused on crashing parties at the palace where his best friend prince Proteus spent his time. Sinbad had arrived back to the ship during the wee hours of the morning yet again and waking you, his trusty first mate. The sea breeze ruffled your hair as if calling you back to it. The fresh air was a nice break from the smell of the docks and it's fish markets

Someone looks homesick

Sinbad said as he strode across the creaking deck towards you, he smiles

Or should I say seasick?