Errant

Timb is a rude jerk, but you're still feeling sleepy. And with how gentle the water is turning out to be, you're sure you can fall back asleep. As you try you hear footsteps approach and prepare for another verbal assault by Timb. When you open you eyes again, it's Grove you see this time carrying two cup of a steaming drink.

"Well I thought ya might be getting seasick, but it seems yer adjusting just fine." He gives another toothy grin. He hands you the cup and you take it. It smells sweet, like cinnamon. "To safe travels!" Grove takes a drink and you do the same. It tastes much like it smells, but there's a sharp aftertaste you can't quite place. The two of you talk for a little while, but soon you drift off to sleep again...