Sitting off to his side, eating a bag of toffees she clearly brought with her, is a cheerfully (obnoxiously?) unaffected woman. It is not impossible that this woman is sitting near the vomiting man because the toffees are the only acceptable bit of food on this ship and she doesn't want to share.

"Well," she says, pragmatically, "I'd expect that a ship anchored in a bay sees a lot less weather. That's the point of bays, as I understand them. Not that I'm a sailor or anything, just - " A shrug, and she pops another candy into her mouth.