I believe I can write today, as I have finally found my feet. The sailors say that it is normal, the first time one goes to sea, to be sick, but there is nothing normal about this "sea sickness". I have rarely wished so much for death. What is worse, neither Kolbrá nor Ursula seemed to feel much of an effect, so this weakness fell to myself alone. I confess to feeling some embarrassment. My body has let me down. Fortunately, I am now able to walk the deck of the ship and leave the small room--a cabin, as they call it, that we share. I am told that the leader of these sailors, the "captain", has given up his own room to provide a place for all of us.
The ship seemed quite large in port, but on the ocean... well. The vast plains of Cavaede make one feel small, but that is nothing to the sea. I do not know how the sailors do not get lost out here, the ship is constantly making turns from Northeast to Northwest, all day. If I am well enough to join for dinner tomorrow perhaps I will ask the captain.