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FSOL· Section 1
The boat lurched back and forth. I couldn't help myself, I leaned over the rail and puked. As it dibbled out of my mouth, I looked hopelessly out over the edge at the white tipped waves. Why am I here? I glanced back at the captain, standing at the wheel, head raised high. Who am I, what's my name? Spray flew over the bow of the boat, white foam hitting my arm. I shivered. Why am I suffering. The torture continued, the wind that kept the pristine sails up pulled up goosebumps on my arms. The spray soaked my, leaving my clothing sticking to me. My stomach kept emptying until I was dry heaving, having spewed up everything in me. Finally, after what felt like years of eternity, the captain called the orders. "Lower the sail, we are here!"