Rooms

  Scattered around you is a mess of tangled and knotted ropes.  All of

which leads up into the rigging of the sails.  You attempt to follow the

interplay of rope, pulley and sail but you give up thinking it better to

leave the sailing to sailors.  There is the odd piece of cargo interspersed

on the deck, most of which is securely fastened in the hold.  The constant

rocking of the boat is pressing the limits of your battle hardened stomach,

until you get your sea legs perhaps you might stay to the outer edges of the

ship, to avoid any accidents.