"Uh, Felina, when did Feral get the idea to build an Enforcer boat?" Razor asked.
"Well, he had it in mind for weeks," Replied Felina. "But i guess he put off building it until now. That's beside the point. We're going to ride it!"
"Yea!" T-Bone said, sounding like a shark puppet. "And, of course, Feral will be the captain." Said Felina.
On the boat, the ride was choppy. "Are you sure you can handle this, uncle?" Felina yelled. "Don't worry, honey. I'll be fine." Feral said. But he wasn't. As the boat went on, the sea got even rougher. Commander Feral began to feel nauseated and dizzy. Soon, it got so bad, he couldn't even steer the boat anymore. "Ugh, Felina," Feral groaned. "Control the boat, will you? I've got to do something."
"Sure thing!" Felina said. Felina began to steer the boat. "Boy, am i good at this!" She said, bragging on herself. It wasn't long before Felina heard noises coming from the side of the boat. "HUGUGHKKK!" She looked to see Feral vomiting over the side of the boat, his hands failing to grip the boat rails. The Commander retched, coughed, and groaned loudly. Felina noticed his legs begin to wobble a bit. "Hey, check it out! Feral's feeding the fish!" T-Bone joked. "Shut up, T-Bone." Razor said.
Felina walked over to her uncle. "What is it, Felina?" Feral groaned, his voice weak from being sick. "Eat this." Felina said. "It's ginger root. It'll control the nausea." Feral vomited over the boat once more. He looked up at Felina, wiping vomit off of his mouth. "Whatever. I'll try it." Feral said. He ate the ginger root. It tasted sweet, but almost spicy. Feral forced the ginger root down his tight throat. "Any better?" Felina asked.
"Well, the nausea has definitely gone away." Feral said.
"Good." Said Felina. "I guess you can steer the boat again."
Feral steered the boat for hours, nausea free. It was a great ride.