{Rather than checking out the island covered in those strange animals, patootles or perquackys or whatever they were called-Owain had mostly still been trying to get acclimated to his new home.}

{He would have thought, considering the fact that they *had* sailed before in Chrom's army, that he wouldn't get sea sick.}

{But no, the crashing of the waves had, at least for the first couple of weeks aboard, and the tail-end of the race, made him sick to the stomach, leaving him largely abed. Thankfully, though, now that they were leaving Tartle island, he seemed to have mastered his body once again, and could be found leaning over the edge of the boat as they were sailing away, a grin on his face as he watched the island sail fade into the distance.}

{It was hard to be certain how much he'd enjoy less savory acts, but so far, being a pirate seemed to mostly be about fun, something he could get behind.}