Igor had never been on a ship before, much less one that traveled underwater, and was finding it intriguing. That is, if you called nearly falling over every time the current changed "intriguing."
The other first years in the cabin were having mixed reactions to the journey, as well. Most seemed fine, but a couple (like himself) surreptitiously clutched whatever they were sitting on whenever the ship lurched. One girl in the corner looked green around the gills.
Was the trip always this quiet? he wondered. Was the silence always so—
The ship pitched Igor forward onto the floorboards.
—awkward?