When Bakura and Yugi finally managed to drag Yami Bakura onto the ship, the old thief hadn't seemed to have sobered up at all. If anything, he was even more sloshed than when they had started out.
"Where is Kythiopia?" he asked, looking up at Bakura.
The boy blinked, utterly confused. "'Kythiopia,' Yami?" he repeated. "I . . . I'm afraid I don't know at all who she even is!"
Yami Bakura hiccuped, leaning heavily against him. "Kythiopia is . . ." He trailed off, suddenly catching sight of Marik. "Oh look," he said stupidly, pointing at the Egyptian boy, "he's the one who gave me the chocolate milk."
"Chocolate milk?!" Yugi exclaimed. "When was this?!"
Yami Bakura started laughing hysterically. "At the *hic* diner," he replied amiably, stumbling over to the astonished Marik.
"You look terrible!" the boy cried in disbelief.
"What's goin' on here?!" Joey exclaimed, coming over from where he and Tristan had been finishing up another game of table-top tennis. Yami Bakura continued to cackle like a madman before abruptly collapsing over onto the deck, and Joey jumped back in shock. "Oh man, he's totally tipsy!" the Brooklyn boy burst out.
Yugi looked at Marik. "Where did you go, anyway, Marik?" he asked. "Did you really give Yami Bakura chocolate milk?"
Marik blinked at him. "I wasn't even there!" he protested. "I have no idea what you are talking about, but I do know that chocolate milk couldn't make him act like this!"
"Unfortunately," Bakura said, kneeling down and hauling the tomb raider up again, "it very well could if it was doctored with secret ingredients."
Marik looked angry. "You certainly don't think I would do such a thing!" he cried. "Your Yami has been my friend even during Battle City. He saved Rishid's life when my Yami was about to kill him! I certainly would not repay him by spiking his chocolate milk and purposely getting him drunk!"
Yugi laid a hand on the taller boy's shoulder. "No, no, Marik! Of course we don't think you'd do it!" he reassured him, noticing that Marik's earrings had returned. "It would've had to have been your double."
Marik looked immensely relieved. Apparently the events of the past still haunted him and he worried that his words wouldn't be trusted.
Suddenly the ship gave a violent lurch as a loud rumble tore underneath it, sending everyone sprawling to the floor of the deck.
"Oh my! What's happening?!" Bakura cried out, concerned that once again no one was steering the ocean liner.
"It's an earthquake!" Yugi declared in horror. "And violent ocean waves!"
****
Mai was heading down the long corridors when the earthquake hit. She let out a startled yell as she was thrown against the wall and then wound up tripping over something on the floor.
"Augh! What the . . ."
Quickly she looked down and was shocked to see Rex Raptor's body. "Rex!" she cried in disbelief.
The long-haired boy stirred and looked up angrily. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" he said indignantly.
Mai was momentarily startled by Rex's return to life, but she quickly got over it. "Why don't *you* watch where you choose to take your naps!" she retorted angrily.
"I wasn't taking a nap!" Rex yelled, rubbing at his neck as the ship jolted again. "What the heck was that?!" he burst out.
"It's an approaching wave, you idiot!" Mai snapped.
"Huh?" Rex slowly got to his feet and glanced about. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he started to fall backwards against Mai, who shoved him away in distaste.
"What's wrong with you?!" the girl yelled in frustration.
"Nothing!" Rex shot back furiously, not wanting to share his experience with the obnoxious Mai Valentine.
"Then don't fall all over me!" Mai grumbled.
****Ishizu, who was sitting in the dining room, suddenly sprang to her feet. "I have foreseen many grave disasters resulting from this oncoming earthquake!" she cried, heading for the door as the ship rocked wildly.
Rishid was immensely concerned as well. "Where is Master Marik?" he worried. "If he is still on the deck he is in much danger!" He loved the boy so very dearly and didn't want anything to happen to him. Though he called him "master," it was really only a bad habit he could not break. Marik was a brother.
And Marik *was* still on deck, as a matter of fact—being violently shaken by a half-sober Yami Bakura.
"Yami, stop it!" Bakura screamed in horror. "You're going to hurt him!!"
"Why did you *hic* spike the chocolate milk?" the thief yelled angrily, ignoring Bakura's pleas.
"I didn't!" Marik cried indignantly. "For Heaven's sake, it was my double!!!" He gripped at Yami Bakura's wrists, trying to pry the hands away.
The ship lurched viciously, sending a huge wave over the deck and drenching everyone in sight.
"Oh man!" Joey said in frustration, wringing out his T-shirt. "We aren't supposed to be up here!"
Yugi nodded, trying to help Bakura pull his Yami away from the hapless Marik. "We need to get below deck—now!" the violet-eyed boy directed.
Yami Bakura growled angrily and tightened his grip on Marik's throat. "How do I know you're not the *hic* double?!" he snapped. "Perhaps I'm *hic* surrounded by doubles!"
"Yami, let him go!!" Bakura wailed, feeling helpless.
Marik struggled to get free. "I didn't put alcohol in the milk!" he insisted. "You should know me better than that!"
Yami Bakura snarled. "Do you expect *hic* me to believe your foolish tale? *Hic* You purposely got me intoxicated!"
"No, Yami!" Bakura protested. "It wasn't him! Please stop it, Yami! He's not the criminal! You're hurting him, Yami! You're hurting him!!"
Before the old thief could reply, another wave rose up—this one larger and more ferocious than the first—and again completely immersed the deck and its occupants in the water. When it finally subsided, both Yami Bakura and Marik had vanished and those who remained lay dazed on the deck.
Finally Joey coughed and looked up. "Hey, where the heck did they go?!" he burst out.
Yugi stirred as well and ran to look over the edge. "They must've been thrown overboard!" he cried. "But I don't see any sign of them!"
Tristan also came to the railing to look, then stopped. "Hey, where's Bakura?" he exclaimed.
Quickly everyone began a frantic search, which was brought to a swift halt when they found the innocent boy laying under an overturned deck chair.
Joey was the first to find him, and he knelt down worriedly to look at the other boy more closely. "Bakura? Hey, pal, come on! Answer me!"
Tristan approached then and pulled the chair away. "Oh man," he muttered, gently checking Bakura for serious injuries.
"How is he?" Yugi asked worriedly as he ran up.
"No broken bones," Tristan reported as he lifted Bakura's limp body into his arms. "But we should get him inside right away. This storm's only just beginning."
At that moment, Ishizu and Rishid burst onto the deck from below.
"Where is Marik?" Ishizu cried.
Yugi stepped forward and looked up at her solemnly. "Ishizu, I . . . I don't know how to say this, but . . . I . . . I'm afraid he was washed overboard by that wave that just swept through," he admitted. "We can't find him anywhere."
Ishizu's eyes went wide with horror and she and Rishid both ran to the edge to stare into the raging waters below.
"Marik!!" Rishid screamed. "Brother, where are you? Are you hurt?!"
There was no answer, and Ishizu clapped a hand to her heart. What if her brother was . . . what if he had . . . drowned?
"Marik!" she called frantically. Her voice carried on the wind and the sea, but no reply was given.
"He's not there," Yugi said softly. "We need to get Bakura below deck, and we'll tell Captain Hardy to call the Coast Guard to look for Marik . . . and for Yami Bakura too."
Ishizu nodded shakily, staring again into the endless depths of the ocean.
"You guys better come inside too," Tristan said softly, "or you might get swept overboard yourselves." The ship rocked violently again as another wave approached.
"You are correct," Ishizu told him sadly, though her voice was also full of reluctance. "We will come in." She knew there was nothing they could do out here, but she could hardly bring herself to leave. The thought of Marik being swept away by the raging waters was almost more than she could bear.
Rishid stared ahead, seeming to not hear a word. "Brother," he whispered, clutching at the railing. "Forgive me." A tear slipped down his cheek. "Please forgive me. I couldn't protect you."
Silently Ishizu came over to him, laying her hand on his. Rishid leaned against her slightly when she did. They would find their younger brother alive. They had to!
****
Marik broke through to the surface , coughing and gasping. There was water all around him with no sign of the ship anywhere. He had been caught up in the vicious wave and apparently had been thrown far away from the ocean liner or any other civilization, he realized.
"Is anyone here?!" he called as loud as he could. "I have been washed away from the ship I was on! Please help me!" His voice seemed to be drowned out by the crashing waves and he looked around in despair.
Suddenly he heard a low moan from behind him. Had someone else been washed overboard with him? Quickly Marik turned around and found himself looking at a very sickly Yami Bakura. The old thief was draped unceremoniously over a drifting deck chair and was bleeding from a deep gash on his forehead.
Worried and concerned, Marik swam across the short distance separating them and gently laid his hand on Yami Bakura's shoulder. "Are you alright?" the Egyptian boy cried.
Yami Bakura didn't answer and instead moaned again, obviously not entirely with it. His eyes were open halfway but they were glazed over and unseeing.
Marik's heart sank. Whatever would he do? He was lost in the middle of the ocean with an injured tomb raider and no one around to help.
"Please send someone to rescue us," the boy prayed fervently.
****
The ship rocked dangerously as the teens hurried down the corridors and met up with Mai and Rex.
"What happened?" Mai gasped, seeing Bakura's lifeless form.
Quickly Yugi explained and then asked if Mai could inform the Captain so that the Coast Guard could be called in. "We'd do it, but we need to get Bakura to the infirmary to make sure he's okay," he said.
Mai nodded. "Of course I'll do it," she agreed, glancing at Bakura in concern.
"Thanks, Mai," Yugi smiled, and he and Tristan hurried off with the silvery-haired boy.
Joey lingered behind for a moment, staring at Rex. "Man, what the heck happened to your neck?!" he demanded at last.
Immediately Rex's hand flew to the red marks on his throat in an attempt to hide them. "Nothing!" he growled defensively.
Mai smirked. "Maybe someone did what I've often wanted to," she remarked, "and tried to throttle him." Before either of the boys could reply, she was disappearing down the hall to find Captain Hardy.
Rex clenched his fists. "Man, she burns me up!" he cried.
Joey grinned. "Eh, she's not so bad." He turned to go as well. "Catch ya later."
****
When Joey reached the infirmary, Bakura had been looked at and was being carried back out by Tristan.
"The doctor says he seems to be okay and that we can take him back to his room," Tristan reported before Joey could ask, "but to call her if he says anything weird when he wakes up."
Joey nodded. "Well, he'll probably be asking for his Yami," he remarked.
"I'm sure he will," Yugi agreed soberly.
"Does Mokuba know yet about Marik?" Tristan wondered as they opened the door to Bakura's room and laid him on his bed.
"I don't think so, unless Ishizu or Rishid told him," Yugi replied.
"Man, I hope the guy's okay," Joey said softly. "Him, and—oh, what the heck—ol' Yami B too."
Yugi nodded seriously and pulled the quilt up around Bakura's shoulders. "Me too, Joey," he said, looking out the porthole. "Me too."
****
Marik didn't know how long he had been in the water with Yami Bakura, but he did know that they were still in very real danger—another wave was rapidly approaching and there was no place to go for shelter.
The boy looked down at his companion worriedly. Yami Bakura was still looking very lackluster and ill. If they got bombarded by another wave, there was no telling what that might do to him. They might both even wind up . . .
"Ahoy there!"
Marik looked up hopefully. "Mako?" he called, almost not daring to believe.
"Yes, my friend." Mako pulled up alongside them in his fishing boat. "But what are you doing out in the middle of the ocean?"
Hastily Marik explained, all the while trying to gently lift Yami Bakura up off the deck chair. "I'm afraid the whole experience was a bit too much for him," the Egyptian boy said, shaking his head.
Concerned, Mako leaned over the edge and took hold of the thief, pulling him up into the boat. "It's a blessing that I found you when I did," the dark-haired boy said grimly. "I was heading for the shore when I had the feeling to come over here."
Yami Bakura groaned as he was hauled up, his vision focusing a bit. "Unhand me, foolish mortal," he managed to say.
Mako was unfazed. "As you wish," he said, dropping the tomb raider down on the floor of the boat.
Now Marik swam over to the edge and pulled himself up. "Thank you," he said weakly, realizing now that he hadn't come through things completely unscathed either.
"Think nothing of it," Mako replied with a smile. "But there's another wave approaching from over there." He pointed to the East, where a huge wave was, indeed, rising up. "It will be even more deadly than the previous ones. We must make haste to avoid it."
He looked down at Yami Bakura. "While I get us back to shore, you had best try to get yourself and your friend warmed up," he told Marik now. "He is quite ill, I'm afraid."
Marik nodded and reached for a couple of nearby blankets. After wrapping Yami Bakura in one, the blonde boy draped the other around himself, feeling the boat rock unsteadily underneath him. Before he quite knew what had happened, he was drifting into an unwanted sleep.
"Where is Kythiopia?" he asked, looking up at Bakura.
The boy blinked, utterly confused. "'Kythiopia,' Yami?" he repeated. "I . . . I'm afraid I don't know at all who she even is!"
Yami Bakura hiccuped, leaning heavily against him. "Kythiopia is . . ." He trailed off, suddenly catching sight of Marik. "Oh look," he said stupidly, pointing at the Egyptian boy, "he's the one who gave me the chocolate milk."
"Chocolate milk?!" Yugi exclaimed. "When was this?!"
Yami Bakura started laughing hysterically. "At the *hic* diner," he replied amiably, stumbling over to the astonished Marik.
"You look terrible!" the boy cried in disbelief.
"What's goin' on here?!" Joey exclaimed, coming over from where he and Tristan had been finishing up another game of table-top tennis. Yami Bakura continued to cackle like a madman before abruptly collapsing over onto the deck, and Joey jumped back in shock. "Oh man, he's totally tipsy!" the Brooklyn boy burst out.
Yugi looked at Marik. "Where did you go, anyway, Marik?" he asked. "Did you really give Yami Bakura chocolate milk?"
Marik blinked at him. "I wasn't even there!" he protested. "I have no idea what you are talking about, but I do know that chocolate milk couldn't make him act like this!"
"Unfortunately," Bakura said, kneeling down and hauling the tomb raider up again, "it very well could if it was doctored with secret ingredients."
Marik looked angry. "You certainly don't think I would do such a thing!" he cried. "Your Yami has been my friend even during Battle City. He saved Rishid's life when my Yami was about to kill him! I certainly would not repay him by spiking his chocolate milk and purposely getting him drunk!"
Yugi laid a hand on the taller boy's shoulder. "No, no, Marik! Of course we don't think you'd do it!" he reassured him, noticing that Marik's earrings had returned. "It would've had to have been your double."
Marik looked immensely relieved. Apparently the events of the past still haunted him and he worried that his words wouldn't be trusted.
Suddenly the ship gave a violent lurch as a loud rumble tore underneath it, sending everyone sprawling to the floor of the deck.
"Oh my! What's happening?!" Bakura cried out, concerned that once again no one was steering the ocean liner.
"It's an earthquake!" Yugi declared in horror. "And violent ocean waves!"
****
Mai was heading down the long corridors when the earthquake hit. She let out a startled yell as she was thrown against the wall and then wound up tripping over something on the floor.
"Augh! What the . . ."
Quickly she looked down and was shocked to see Rex Raptor's body. "Rex!" she cried in disbelief.
The long-haired boy stirred and looked up angrily. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" he said indignantly.
Mai was momentarily startled by Rex's return to life, but she quickly got over it. "Why don't *you* watch where you choose to take your naps!" she retorted angrily.
"I wasn't taking a nap!" Rex yelled, rubbing at his neck as the ship jolted again. "What the heck was that?!" he burst out.
"It's an approaching wave, you idiot!" Mai snapped.
"Huh?" Rex slowly got to his feet and glanced about. Suddenly feeling dizzy, he started to fall backwards against Mai, who shoved him away in distaste.
"What's wrong with you?!" the girl yelled in frustration.
"Nothing!" Rex shot back furiously, not wanting to share his experience with the obnoxious Mai Valentine.
"Then don't fall all over me!" Mai grumbled.
****Ishizu, who was sitting in the dining room, suddenly sprang to her feet. "I have foreseen many grave disasters resulting from this oncoming earthquake!" she cried, heading for the door as the ship rocked wildly.
Rishid was immensely concerned as well. "Where is Master Marik?" he worried. "If he is still on the deck he is in much danger!" He loved the boy so very dearly and didn't want anything to happen to him. Though he called him "master," it was really only a bad habit he could not break. Marik was a brother.
And Marik *was* still on deck, as a matter of fact—being violently shaken by a half-sober Yami Bakura.
"Yami, stop it!" Bakura screamed in horror. "You're going to hurt him!!"
"Why did you *hic* spike the chocolate milk?" the thief yelled angrily, ignoring Bakura's pleas.
"I didn't!" Marik cried indignantly. "For Heaven's sake, it was my double!!!" He gripped at Yami Bakura's wrists, trying to pry the hands away.
The ship lurched viciously, sending a huge wave over the deck and drenching everyone in sight.
"Oh man!" Joey said in frustration, wringing out his T-shirt. "We aren't supposed to be up here!"
Yugi nodded, trying to help Bakura pull his Yami away from the hapless Marik. "We need to get below deck—now!" the violet-eyed boy directed.
Yami Bakura growled angrily and tightened his grip on Marik's throat. "How do I know you're not the *hic* double?!" he snapped. "Perhaps I'm *hic* surrounded by doubles!"
"Yami, let him go!!" Bakura wailed, feeling helpless.
Marik struggled to get free. "I didn't put alcohol in the milk!" he insisted. "You should know me better than that!"
Yami Bakura snarled. "Do you expect *hic* me to believe your foolish tale? *Hic* You purposely got me intoxicated!"
"No, Yami!" Bakura protested. "It wasn't him! Please stop it, Yami! He's not the criminal! You're hurting him, Yami! You're hurting him!!"
Before the old thief could reply, another wave rose up—this one larger and more ferocious than the first—and again completely immersed the deck and its occupants in the water. When it finally subsided, both Yami Bakura and Marik had vanished and those who remained lay dazed on the deck.
Finally Joey coughed and looked up. "Hey, where the heck did they go?!" he burst out.
Yugi stirred as well and ran to look over the edge. "They must've been thrown overboard!" he cried. "But I don't see any sign of them!"
Tristan also came to the railing to look, then stopped. "Hey, where's Bakura?" he exclaimed.
Quickly everyone began a frantic search, which was brought to a swift halt when they found the innocent boy laying under an overturned deck chair.
Joey was the first to find him, and he knelt down worriedly to look at the other boy more closely. "Bakura? Hey, pal, come on! Answer me!"
Tristan approached then and pulled the chair away. "Oh man," he muttered, gently checking Bakura for serious injuries.
"How is he?" Yugi asked worriedly as he ran up.
"No broken bones," Tristan reported as he lifted Bakura's limp body into his arms. "But we should get him inside right away. This storm's only just beginning."
At that moment, Ishizu and Rishid burst onto the deck from below.
"Where is Marik?" Ishizu cried.
Yugi stepped forward and looked up at her solemnly. "Ishizu, I . . . I don't know how to say this, but . . . I . . . I'm afraid he was washed overboard by that wave that just swept through," he admitted. "We can't find him anywhere."
Ishizu's eyes went wide with horror and she and Rishid both ran to the edge to stare into the raging waters below.
"Marik!!" Rishid screamed. "Brother, where are you? Are you hurt?!"
There was no answer, and Ishizu clapped a hand to her heart. What if her brother was . . . what if he had . . . drowned?
"Marik!" she called frantically. Her voice carried on the wind and the sea, but no reply was given.
"He's not there," Yugi said softly. "We need to get Bakura below deck, and we'll tell Captain Hardy to call the Coast Guard to look for Marik . . . and for Yami Bakura too."
Ishizu nodded shakily, staring again into the endless depths of the ocean.
"You guys better come inside too," Tristan said softly, "or you might get swept overboard yourselves." The ship rocked violently again as another wave approached.
"You are correct," Ishizu told him sadly, though her voice was also full of reluctance. "We will come in." She knew there was nothing they could do out here, but she could hardly bring herself to leave. The thought of Marik being swept away by the raging waters was almost more than she could bear.
Rishid stared ahead, seeming to not hear a word. "Brother," he whispered, clutching at the railing. "Forgive me." A tear slipped down his cheek. "Please forgive me. I couldn't protect you."
Silently Ishizu came over to him, laying her hand on his. Rishid leaned against her slightly when she did. They would find their younger brother alive. They had to!
****
Marik broke through to the surface , coughing and gasping. There was water all around him with no sign of the ship anywhere. He had been caught up in the vicious wave and apparently had been thrown far away from the ocean liner or any other civilization, he realized.
"Is anyone here?!" he called as loud as he could. "I have been washed away from the ship I was on! Please help me!" His voice seemed to be drowned out by the crashing waves and he looked around in despair.
Suddenly he heard a low moan from behind him. Had someone else been washed overboard with him? Quickly Marik turned around and found himself looking at a very sickly Yami Bakura. The old thief was draped unceremoniously over a drifting deck chair and was bleeding from a deep gash on his forehead.
Worried and concerned, Marik swam across the short distance separating them and gently laid his hand on Yami Bakura's shoulder. "Are you alright?" the Egyptian boy cried.
Yami Bakura didn't answer and instead moaned again, obviously not entirely with it. His eyes were open halfway but they were glazed over and unseeing.
Marik's heart sank. Whatever would he do? He was lost in the middle of the ocean with an injured tomb raider and no one around to help.
"Please send someone to rescue us," the boy prayed fervently.
****
The ship rocked dangerously as the teens hurried down the corridors and met up with Mai and Rex.
"What happened?" Mai gasped, seeing Bakura's lifeless form.
Quickly Yugi explained and then asked if Mai could inform the Captain so that the Coast Guard could be called in. "We'd do it, but we need to get Bakura to the infirmary to make sure he's okay," he said.
Mai nodded. "Of course I'll do it," she agreed, glancing at Bakura in concern.
"Thanks, Mai," Yugi smiled, and he and Tristan hurried off with the silvery-haired boy.
Joey lingered behind for a moment, staring at Rex. "Man, what the heck happened to your neck?!" he demanded at last.
Immediately Rex's hand flew to the red marks on his throat in an attempt to hide them. "Nothing!" he growled defensively.
Mai smirked. "Maybe someone did what I've often wanted to," she remarked, "and tried to throttle him." Before either of the boys could reply, she was disappearing down the hall to find Captain Hardy.
Rex clenched his fists. "Man, she burns me up!" he cried.
Joey grinned. "Eh, she's not so bad." He turned to go as well. "Catch ya later."
****
When Joey reached the infirmary, Bakura had been looked at and was being carried back out by Tristan.
"The doctor says he seems to be okay and that we can take him back to his room," Tristan reported before Joey could ask, "but to call her if he says anything weird when he wakes up."
Joey nodded. "Well, he'll probably be asking for his Yami," he remarked.
"I'm sure he will," Yugi agreed soberly.
"Does Mokuba know yet about Marik?" Tristan wondered as they opened the door to Bakura's room and laid him on his bed.
"I don't think so, unless Ishizu or Rishid told him," Yugi replied.
"Man, I hope the guy's okay," Joey said softly. "Him, and—oh, what the heck—ol' Yami B too."
Yugi nodded seriously and pulled the quilt up around Bakura's shoulders. "Me too, Joey," he said, looking out the porthole. "Me too."
****
Marik didn't know how long he had been in the water with Yami Bakura, but he did know that they were still in very real danger—another wave was rapidly approaching and there was no place to go for shelter.
The boy looked down at his companion worriedly. Yami Bakura was still looking very lackluster and ill. If they got bombarded by another wave, there was no telling what that might do to him. They might both even wind up . . .
"Ahoy there!"
Marik looked up hopefully. "Mako?" he called, almost not daring to believe.
"Yes, my friend." Mako pulled up alongside them in his fishing boat. "But what are you doing out in the middle of the ocean?"
Hastily Marik explained, all the while trying to gently lift Yami Bakura up off the deck chair. "I'm afraid the whole experience was a bit too much for him," the Egyptian boy said, shaking his head.
Concerned, Mako leaned over the edge and took hold of the thief, pulling him up into the boat. "It's a blessing that I found you when I did," the dark-haired boy said grimly. "I was heading for the shore when I had the feeling to come over here."
Yami Bakura groaned as he was hauled up, his vision focusing a bit. "Unhand me, foolish mortal," he managed to say.
Mako was unfazed. "As you wish," he said, dropping the tomb raider down on the floor of the boat.
Now Marik swam over to the edge and pulled himself up. "Thank you," he said weakly, realizing now that he hadn't come through things completely unscathed either.
"Think nothing of it," Mako replied with a smile. "But there's another wave approaching from over there." He pointed to the East, where a huge wave was, indeed, rising up. "It will be even more deadly than the previous ones. We must make haste to avoid it."
He looked down at Yami Bakura. "While I get us back to shore, you had best try to get yourself and your friend warmed up," he told Marik now. "He is quite ill, I'm afraid."
Marik nodded and reached for a couple of nearby blankets. After wrapping Yami Bakura in one, the blonde boy draped the other around himself, feeling the boat rock unsteadily underneath him. Before he quite knew what had happened, he was drifting into an unwanted sleep.