“I love scotch! Scotch…scotchy, scotch. Here it comes up, up out of my belly.” I’m a laughing fool as I exit the ‘Nauti Buoy’, struggling to walk straight.
The moment my feet hit dry land; I’m vomiting all over them. I’ve never had much of a strong stomach when it comes to the motion of the ocean. I defiantly wasn’t expecting to hit the massive waves that this storm brought. Druelle is already welcoming me with a bang.
The cruel weather isn’t the only reason that I’m feeling sick AF. I had some help from my tangled, gray-haired Captain. The burly woman named Del’Von who gave me some scotch to “make me feel better”, she swore up and down by it. It worked and fast…just like a charm. I sure do feel better alright… even though I’m still puking my guts out. I’m just too drunk to give a
