Kazimir, or Kaz to his friends hated boats, something he hadn’t known until he had gotten on this one and felt sick and dizzy at the feeling of the deck moving beneath his feet. He had spent an unfortunate amount of the voyage leaning against the rail trying to keep what little food he had managed in his stomach. But, things would soon be getting better, the cry had gone up that land was in sight and now he was anxiously waiting on deck a bag of meager possess...
