Ogata Masakuni disliked traveling by sea. He wasn't bothered by seasickness, and he didn't appear to suffer from the nausea that afflicted so many other land-lovers. It was the strange sensation of the thing that got to him. What bothered him the most was the sight of the sea. It was unending, a choppy blue expanse that stretched into the infinite, reminding him of how helpless they were so far from land. When he was out on deck, he was suspicious of every wave. He kept his eyes open, eager to see any anomaly.