"Well, m'lady. I do believe stepping inside might make me feel slightly less nauseous. Perhaps some ale might also make me feel better." Tarquin shook his head at the mere idea of ale, but silently hoped it would help. He gave Cedric a little nod of acknowledgement and smiled. "I fear that if I were to leave the ship I'd remain on land. That is however a risk I am fully willing to take. The more time I can spend on solid land before we set sail again the better."