It was awful…
He thought as he emptied his stomach into the gulf for the umpteenth time since they set off.
A week had passed, and he still didn't get used to the swaying of the boat and the constant nausea that came with it.
He decided that he hated traveling by sea on his first trip.
" Hung in there, Ali!" Some sailor laughed as he passed behind him, giving him a slap on the back that forced him to heave again.
Ali was the name he was going by now that he was working under Aladdin. Not very creative, but given how common the name was, it worked just perfectly for his purposes. There were even 3 more Alis on the ship.
The boy leaned over the side, letting his arms dangle down as if ready to give up life itself. " Ugh… I just wish to return to the shore…" he mumbled.
" Me too…" added a voice that sounded equally desperate.
