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After some more gagging, everything that Arnwen had eaten that day came back up and onto the floor, to the laughter of the men around him.

"That's disgustin'!"
"Nasty!"
"Eeew, what's wrong with ya, lad?!"

Arnwen cried as the men kept laughing at him. The laughter stopped when the captain appeared. "What's going on here?" He demanded.

"It's Arnwen! Sick sonuvabitch hurled on the deck! Di'nt even have the decency to do it overboard, or where we couldn't see!"

Captain Reinhardt looked to Arnwen, who had stopped sobbing but tears still fell. "Ya sick knife-ear. Clean it up." As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder. "I don't need ya infectin' the rest o' the ship. Don't bother showin' yer face in the mess tonight. The rest of ya, back to it!"

The group dispersed, still chuckling, as Arnwen pulled himself to his feet and walked off to fetch things to clean the vomit, clutching his stomach.