OOOOUUGH. MY DIGESTION SAC FEELS LIKE A DRONE WHIRLED IT OVER THEIR HEAD HARD ENOUGH TO TAKE OFF VERTICALLY INTO THE AIR. I HAVE THUS FAR HEAVED UP ALL THE HALF-CHURNED NUTRIENT SLUDGE THAT WAS INTO MY BODY AFTER THIS DUSK, THIS MIDEVENING, AND WHATEVER WAS STILL LEFT IN MY SCARFTRACT AFTER THE UNSPEAKABLE EVENTS FOLLOWING FIGHT NIGHT. I'VE VOMITED EVERY LAST TOXIN THAT HAS EVER ENTERED MY CORPOREAL MASS IN MY LIFE. I'VE EXFOLIATED MY SOUL THROUGH MY HURLPIPE. I'M PURE. WILL @ARACHNIDSGRIPES'S STUPID HUNK OF FLOTSAM EVER. STOP. PITCHING. I HATE #FISHINGFRIDAY. A "SWABBIE" TRIED TO PUT A SUSPICIOUS RECEPTACLE IN FRONT OF ME TO BE SICK INTO. I. MIGHT HAVE THOUGHT HE WAS COMING ONTO ME FOR AN EXTREMELY ILL-TIMED CONCUPISCENT SOLICITATION AND PUNCHED HIM IN THE FACE. I HAVE APOLOGIZED. WE'RE COOL, NOW. HE'S TELLING ME THAT WE'RE FAR ENOUGH OUT INTO DEEP WATER TO ACTUALLY CATCH SOMETHING. WHICH IS GOOD, BECAUSE I'M ALREADY IN DEEP ENOUGH WATER AS IT IS. IF THIS STUPID FISHING TRIP ISN'T AT LEAST WORTH A CRUMB OF CHITTR CLOUT ON THIS STUPID THEME DAY, I'LL HURL MYSELF INTO THE BLACK ABYSS, MYSELF. GOTTA GO.
You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs! You need sealegs!
D-->In an odd way I understand how you feel Karkat. Despite the utter superiority of my internal bodily systems I do feel an ounce of motion sickness coming over me, all the boats I visited before this point were inside dreambubbles that were far less tempestuous. However, unlike your rather negative view I find the sensation pleasant, my body challenged, in a certain way being rearranged by nature itself. I wonder if this is that oh so pleasureable sensation ancient Typheunoon riders 100ked so pleased with. It might have been the odd inverted plug that was on their seats that had something to do with it, letting them feel each course and bump of the waves. Also to clarify when I say my body is superior to yours, I am not referring to our difference in b100d colour but rather the fact that you as an individual are rather unathletic and that I am the e%act opposite. I am in my #redemptionarc so any insults are based on your personality traits and quirks as a person rather than the inherent biological faculties you were hatched or ectobiologically cursed with. #nsfw
BELIEVE YOU ME, EQUIUS, NO ONE WANTS NATURE TO REARRANGE YOUR BODY MORE THAN I DO. PREFERABLY OVER A FIELD OF JAGGED, BARNACLE-ENCRUSTED ROCKS. COULD YOU MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND BRING ME A TOWEL TO CLEAN MYSELF UP WITH? PLEASE. I KNOW YOU HAVE ONE.
D-->I have already volunteered for any task you would like to force upon my body regardless of how filthy it is. I will fetch you your towel although I will inform you due to the moisture, motion sickness and general scenario all the towels onboard have already touched my body in one way. This is unacceptable, in-fact I demand or rather highly suggest you report my misuse of limited resources to our captain and first mate. Perhaps you could do so by loudly shouting at me in a demeaning manner to emphasize how upset you are and how much I have mishandled the situation despite being the one to volunteer for such menial tasks in the first place. It would be the only correct thing to do.
STUFF A FRONDSLEEVE IN IT, YOU SIMPERING SLIMEBUCKET. SOMETHING IS HAPPENING TOPSIDE.
D-->I refuse not to be shouted at for my negligence to properly prepare but I will postpone such suggestions until we deal with whatever is occurring on the surface.