September 26, 2013 Leave a comment
Licentius gazed gloomily across the heaving grey sea. He had been genuinely excited by his new position; it was a promotion that offered lots of new challenges. Admittedly the Britons were barbarians and still considered very dangerous, but this just added to the excitement. His enthusiasm had waned during the long journey across Gaul and he was now waiting for the last tortuous sea leg to end. It was taking an eternity.
There were distant shadows that might possibly be the white cliffs of Dubrai. Apparently they were visible from Gaul on a clear day. Today was not a clear day. While these were interesting thoughts, right now he was more concerned about his stomach. It seemed to be travelling in three different directions at the same time, and not in concert with the now plummeting deck.
He stared once more out over the rail.
The captain was doing his best to look concerned. ‘How are you going Licentius?’
Licentius vomited again.
‘I think you got more distance with that one.’ There was a jovial air about the captain which was proving to be rather irritating.
‘Just wait until the wind changes direction. You won’t find it so funny then,’ Licentius replied between groans.
The crew all had smiles on their faces. They were enjoying his discomfort. His assistant, Marcus, tried to distract him from his current torment. ‘Do you realise that we’ll be landing at the exact same spot that Giaius Julius Caesar did when he first arrived?’
‘Will we? Will we really? How very interesting.’ Licentius couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
‘Well I think it’s quite exciting,’ Marcus commented with a pout.
Licentius vomited by way of response. He thought that this might be a good way to end the conversation. He was wrong.
‘Your stomach must be empty by now, surely!’
‘Don’t bet on it.’