Nick’s POV
I couldn’t count the times Nina ran over and barfed into the sea. It didn’t even feel as disgusting as it felt the first time she did it on the ship which still reeked around. I had to cover my nose with a face mask to avoid getting sick myself. Her face had drained of any color as she came back to lie on the bed for the umpteenth time today.
It was morning already. The trip usually lasted a day and from my calculations, we are almost there.
“When are we arriving at this place?” She groaned, turning around to lie on her stomach. “I have fed enough fish with my vomit today.”
I retched at the sound of that. She didn’t need to say it that way. I ignored her because I had already told her we were almost there numerous times and that I didn’t have the energy to do that anymore.
