TThe first three days at sea were brutal for Sienna-Rose. She had imagined herself striding across the deck of her mythril ship like some grand captain, hair catching the wind, eyes fixed on the horizon with confidence, laughing at the world. Instead, she spent most of the time clinging to a bucket, her stomach rebelling at every roll of the waves.
She hadn't expected seasickness to hit her this hard. In her mind, she had prepared for everything—storms, sorcerers, even betrayal. But nausea? That hadn't crossed her mind. She had brewed crates of her own seasickness potions before the voyage, enough to keep an army comfortable for weeks.
She drank them dutifully, every few hours, but even her best alchemy couldn't silence the roiling inside her. Her stomach churned like it was full of broken glass, her head spun so badly she could barely keep her eyes open, and every time she tried to lift her hands to cast a spell, dizziness crashed down on her, forcing her back onto her knees.
