PBJ's Aunt Applejack is clearly in the grip of a bout of seasickness despite my best effort to comfort her. Applejack making her way slowly and queasily along the length of the deck, one hand pressed to her gut and the other keeping contact with the nearest wall for support. Her face goes green upon getting a whiff of the treats being enjoyed by a couple of passersby, and a brief lurch stops her cold and brings her perilously close to losing her lunch where she stands. As she moves across to lean over the rail. The blonde can only manage a series of grunts through her distended cheeks and tight-locked lips as she tries her best to act casual.

“Ugh… I knew I should’ve brought some antacids…”