Cloud nodded. The idea was sound in theory. The nice thing about this ship is the open deck would give them fresh air that he couldn't normally get in a truck.

He leaned heavily against his best friend as they moved along, "I thought you said you never got motion sickness?"

The deck is fairly open, a few passengers milling about. The railings are only about waist height at their lowest. A few guards keep careful watch at least. At the bow of the ship, the railing surges up into a wall, deflecting the wind off to the sides and protecting passengers and crew from the elements.