The wind whipped the ship's sails as the waves crashed against the bow. It was a bumpy journey and the fact that it would still be a while before they reached Boston was sickening -literally

Haytham, an old friend of yours, stood on deck, one arm folded behind his back and the other on the railing. Your friendship with him was unique, you got along well, but there was nothing like one a bit of teasing

"You look, how should I put it...green"

The Brit noted amused as he tilted his head