It had been six weeks since he had seen the shore. He missed the land and the taste of freshly roasted meat form the fire & eating a ripen apple right off the tree, though the ship had plenty of ale left...it was old and far to stout, however he forced it down every night.....
As he walks across deck he lowers his head, trying to to look at any of the many crewmen who are twice as big as him...he walks over to a door were he see a few other halflings he nods to them, They open the door and walk in to a room full of tables many crewmen,and passagers sit over their plates and talk; however, the little Hobbit goes in to a coner sits and slow eats his plate while forcing down the old ale......
Once the plate is empty, he jumps down out of the chair pulls a cloak around him and walks back to his room....
The next day he wakes up sick form the never ending rocking of the ship, after he finshes smearing last nights meal on the deck, a crewman picks him up and takes him to the boats healer....The healer is a elf dress in a very simple outfit.a green shirt, green pants and a white cloak, he try to cast a spell to help the little Hobbit...
"That's strange...very strange."
The Hobbit looks up at the elf with his blue eyes..
"My spell doesn't seem to work...maybe it's becuase we are so far out in the sea.....Take this potion instead it will help your sea sickness.
He hands the Hobbit a rather thick and unpleasant looking potion...the hobbit gives it a look then forces him self to drink it....
Later that night the Hobbit is awoken by the sound of many feet moving across the deck. He peaks out of his room and see that the crewmen are making their way to the catpins room, he can't help but wonder what is going on so he sneaks out and follows them, once inside the room he hides behind a box and listens closely.
"Well we are in a very grave position, it seem the magic compass we have been using to navigate this sea has stop working.."
A shocked look covers the face of some of the crewmen, the other smirk knowing that they should have done it the right way and not trust something like magic. One man ask how they will find their way now..."
"I was deeply worried that we would be lost at sea, but one of the passagers as told me of a small isle norther-east of here, we believe we have found it's location and our location on the map, we are to change our path and go to this isle for help."
"Now all men on deck we must change the sails and hurry to that isle."
After the men have all left, the Hobbit comes out of his hiding spot and makes his way to his room, he tries to get some sleep but the though and worry keeps him awake all night...
A unpleasant Voyage
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