Travelling to Morocco definitely wasn't on your bucket list this year.

Well, at least not on Barry's boat which seemed to crash whenever a small wave hit the side.

When you never had sickness in your life, you thought that you might as well get it after your little voyage after yet another treasure. Seriously, you had to retire from this Indiana Jones-wannabe lifestyle.

The boat was rocking from one side to the other, and then up and down, and it kept going like that day by day. Honestly, you wished they didn't lock Rafe up in a storage room — he was much better of a captain than John B. You wouldn't dare to say that out loud though, cause you were pretty sure they'd lock you up with him. The fact that you were the only person to protest restraining him there with a rope said enough — but hey! He was your friend as well as them so you'd vouch for him just as much.

Swaying from side to side, trying to keep your balance, you made your way to the storage room with some food for Rafe. You were shocked by how heartless the Pogues had become over time since you practically had to fight them for that. If it wasn't for you and Sarah they'd let him starve there.

Insane.

You opened the door with a huff and leaned against the wall with a sigh. Rafe looked up at you and smirked, closing one eye.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to pay me a visit," he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

You did the same, placing the tray on the floor. You sat down next to him and untied his hands, closing the door to make sure no one would barge in. He tried to act indifferent, but a grateful spark in his eyes was enough. You were the only one to free him even for a couple of minutes.

"Thanks," he muttered, playfully nudging your leg.