Rapunzel carefully climbed the steps up from her cabin below deck, a bottle of tonic in her hand. Her destination was the man slung over the side of the ship. She couldn't see his face, but his shoulders and back convulsed at spastic intervals. She tapped him gently.

"I brought you something," she said quietly, "One of the sailors said it should help."

She held up the bottle.

The ill man turned his head weakly in her direction. Flynn looked dreadful. His was a soft lime color. His cheeks were sallow. He was shaking. The prince of Corona looked like he was about to collapse. Rapunzel genuinely feared that if the ship pitched too hard, Flynn would fall overboard.

"Th-thanks Punz-Pun-Pu-ooooooooh." Flynn groaned and turned towards the sea again.

Rapunzel waited until Flynn stood as upright as he was going to get. Then she uncorked the bottle and tilted to contacts into the back of his throat. He swallowed hard then burped wetly.

"No, baby you gotta keep it down or it won't work."

She waited tensely as Flynn struggled to control his gag reflex. After a long moment, he exhaled and nodded.

"Better?"

"Much."

"Come on, Genie. Let's get you below deck so you can lie down.

The couple began a slow walk back to the stairs. It was the end of the second day of their voyage. Flynn had been severely seasick the entire time, hardly ever leaving the side of the ship. Even sleeping on deck…in case.

Flynn and Rapunzel got back to their room where Flynn fell on the bed. Rapunzel tried to coax some water into him.

"I'm so sorry, Eugene. If I had known…"

Flynn lifted a hand to stroke Rapunzel's hair.

"It's okay, Punzie. If I had known…I guess those little rowboats at the lantern celebration didn't exactly count as braving the savage sea." He chuckled lightly. Rapunzel smiled.

This unforeseen mishap should have been the first sign that their trip was going to take a turn for worse. But they pressed on with the false hope that it would only get better from here. Boy were they wrong…