The trip took the better part of an hour. After several minutes, 
conversation resumed, most of the passengers remaining within their little 
groups. The refreshment chest made a few more circuits. John Hackworth began to 
realize, from a few subtleties, that one of the Nipponese youths was much more 
intoxicated than he was letting on and had probably spent a few hours in a 
dockside pub before reaching the pier. He took a drink from the chest every 
time it came by, and half an hour into the ride, he rose unsteadily to his 
feet, leaned over the edge, and threw up. John turned to smirk at his daughter. 
The boat struck an unseen wave, rolling sideways into the trough. Hackworth 
clutched first at the railing and then at his daughter's arm.