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She jerked awake, only to have her head collide painfully with the bunk above her. Stifling a groan, she held a hand to the growing knot, forcing her eyes to focus in the dimly lit cabin. By the looks of it, her bunkmates were long gone, their beds made with far more discipline than she would have given the Farers credit for.
A quick glance at her watch confirmed that she had overslept. She muttered a curse, throwing off her blanket and past tried to stand but the boat rolled and she found herself reaching out to the bunk to steady herself.
“No sealegs yet?” a bemused voice observed. She turned to see the Farer Captain Laird standing in the doorway, his arms crossed, watching her stumble about with an amused expression.
“I’m a Luminari not a Farer,” she forced herself to reply coolly, though her knees buckled as the sea continued to roil. “We tread on solid ground.”
“Surrounded by demons, mutants and Wraith,” Laird chuckled.
“I’d gladly trade that for some solid ground right now,” Cecilia growled, stumbling again.
Laird was still amused. “And I’ll take a 100 foot wave over a band of Wraith, any day. Be not so conscious, Knight. Your sealegs will come in time. And the swells today by most Farers’ eye are bad.”
