the Prince to Megara, I stride away, trying to look like I know where I am headed. But the truth of the matter is, I am just looking for an out-of-the-way place I can call my own for the voyage. If the seas are as choppy as has been predicted, I have the sinking feeling that I will not be able to stop my gullet from emptying itself. Unfortunantly, there are sailors crawling all over the deck, leaving not an inch of it without someone observing it. Must be due to the brass on board.