I had no idea that travelling long distances by sea could make one feel sick and nauseous. This was my first time at sea; if this is the typical experience, I wonder if I'll choose sea travel again. I couldn't tell if my headache was from feeling seasick or being taken to an unfamiliar land where I might not have the opportunity to make my own decisions anymore.
A small part of me was grateful for the bucket in the room. I keep throwing up into it; we've been at sea for four days now. Often, when the cabin feels stuffy, I step outside for some air, but it only makes me feel worse being among the soldiers who manned the ship, I felt like an outsider, a stranger in a sea of unfamiliar faces, adrift in more ways than one.
The only good feeling is the sun and air on my skin. Leaning against the ship's railing, I gazed out across the endless expanse of water, feeling the weight of distance separating me from all that was familiar.
I can't shake the image of my brother's reaction when he realized I left without saying goodbye. Amidst these thoughts, I lifted my gaze to the sky, using my hand as a shield against the sun. The sky looked gorgeous, clear, and sunny. If only I could feel as clear and beautiful as the sky.
Lost in my reverie, I was startled from my thoughts by a voice at my side. "What are you staring at?" Turning, I found myself face to face with a man from the Egyptian camp when I arrived at camp four days ago, his presence a stark contrast to the vast emptiness of the sea. Tall and imposing, with brown eyes devoid of spark, he regarded me with a smile that held a hint of mystery.
I just stared back, unsure of what to say or how to react.
As the relentless waves tossed our vessel to and fro, his concerned gaze bore into me like a lighthouse beacon cutting through the stormy night. "You don't look so good," he remarked, his words accompanied by a furrowed brow and a hint of sympathy.
I swallowed hard, the taste of salt lingering on my tongue as I confessed, "I don't feel good, but I'll be better once I get to land."
The queasiness churned in my stomach, threatening to spill over like the waves crashing against the hull. feeling nauseous and dizzy. "I wouldn't say I like feeling this way."
Without warning, another wave of nausea washed over me, and I leaned over the railing, emptying the contents of my stomach into the vast expanse below.
To my surprise, the man rubbed my back as I continued to heave. At this point, there's nothing left in my stomach to vomit. As I wiped my mouth with a trembling hand, he offered me a small piece of cloth, a gesture of kindness in the face of my distress. I accepted it after a moment of hesitation.
"Thank you," I murmured, dabbing at my lips.
"I'm Rashidi," he introduced himself, "I'm sorry to hear you're feeling this way. Have you had a chance to eat anything?" he inquired.
I nodded weakly, the memory of yesterday's meager meal fading like a distant dream."Yes, someone brought food yesterday, but it's all gone now," I confessed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling over me like a heavy blanket.
Rashidi's expression softened with understanding."Oh, I see. Khalid must have sent him. Just hold on; we'll reach land soon."
"Who?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Rashidi chuckled softly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "That's right. You have yet to be properly introduced. He is the King"
My instincts were correct; I sensed his high status from the start. He's also responsible for my current situation, and my anger welled up. Rashidi seemed to be close to the King, and I can't help but wonder why he is being kind to me. Everyone I've encountered since arriving here—well, 'kind' is far from the word to describe them.
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Entangled
Historical Fiction"Do you have to only think about yourself? Do you even know how I feel being cramped up in this place? On second thought, you don't know, cause you have no heart. You took me away from my family, my loved ones, you ruined my life. Stripped me of my...