‘ you look miserable. ’
The only response that was given was a low groan from the spot he had taken up on the deck. The spot was, more specifically, leaning over one of the railings and trying his best not to vomit on the side of the ship. It seemed that the motion sickness never seemed to ease up — No matter how much the Salamander traveled over the years. A solid minute or two passed before Natsu was even able to raise his head to turn his attention toward Nami.
"I bet I feel even worse than I look."







