The rocking of the ship, though making her queasy was slowly lulling Badger to sleep. Wouldn't be to bad either, if the ship sank and she was asleep, seemed rather peaceful. Normally these thoughts would disturb Badger, but at the moment the sounded nice. No longer having her stomach threaten to journey outside of her body sounded nice as well. "Naga can lead. I think he can smell." Naga didn't look to happy, the poor dog was sneezing as the salt spray occasionally in the air hit their faces.