The Golden Voyage of Barney Rubble, part 11

Pffffllllt!

hiccough exploding headache
…….vortical drifing consciousness blackouts.
……………………..ricochetized boating disaster storm --- slush thunder

repetitive thumped involuntarily deck-head amidst constant whimpering moronic panic
cough vomit overboard
sickness elongating
hallucinated giant monster alarm, glowing electric sea creatures flying above me
noxious poison elemental jerking
clinging to buckets and barrels, wave smash after wave smash
sick, oh so sick

endless pitching yawing darkness and violence

Coughing sputters and cascades in grand spasms of discomfort / pain / discomfort, puke blowing out of my nose to be washed away with brine. Pummeled against the deck. Water slamming into me like a wet sheepskin. I'm too weak to yell about it.

A moron trudges slowly by, stomps on my hand accidentally. Lightning illuminates the scenario of dark green waves in rising and falling processions over the opposite rail of golden snake monster heads. I close my eyes and hallucinate even worse things, so I reopen them and see the sputtering moron, clamped to the mast.

Everything repeats itself over and over again. I see the shit bird, safe below deck on a perch, glimpsed through a crack in a board above the hatch. What a lucky shit bird: he actually looks contented.

Is it the storm? The booze? The sea monster brain jerky? The storm and the booze? All three of them? An ague of some sort? What is causing me to puke, snort and palpitate? It must be the centipede juice!