Good thing she held her tongue.
"No freaking way." 
A school of fish flooded past the drone before something foreign began to appear on the screen. As Pope steered the drone forward, the picture became clearer and the algae covered mermaid shaped figurehead of the legendary Royal Merchant came into view.
"It's the Royal Merchant." 
It was at that moment in which all of her nerves, all of her worries, and all of the nausea from the motion sickness that Collins had been experiencing in those last few moments that had been wracking her mind and body, finally decided to hit her all at once. And thus, Collins felt like whatever contents that had been left in her stomach from her dinner the night before, were ready to come up and make their escape. 
She ducked away from the group and the top half of her body folded over the side of the boat, emptying her stomach contents between short heaves. Even when she was pretty sure there was nothing left for her to give, Collins could still feel the sick crawling up her throat, and the movement of the boat was still no help, especially when they were out on open sea where the waves were more intense. 
She felt her hair carefully being pulled back and out of her face, the gentle hands belonging to Kie, holding her brunette locks with a sympathetic expression. 
"Not on the gold, Collins!" John B laughed, still in disbelief that they had actually found the Royal Merchant.
"And not on the boat either, my dad just made me wash it." Pope groaned, before John B pushed him to keep exploring the shipwreck to search for the treasure.
"Sorry." Collins whimpered, hanging her head down over the boat railing in shame. She was pretty sure she was going to die of embarrassment. She'd never puked in front of anyone in her life. Charlie wasn't even an exception, because she'd locked herself in the bathroom when she had the flu and camped out in it for hours. Charlie had nearly been driven to renting a port-a-potty. Collins hoped that if Kie were really a good friend, she would drop her hair and pick her up by the feet and help toss her overboard so she could drown in her humiliation.
"Here, drink this and go sit in the helm with JJ. It's better to be in the middle of the boat, it helps a little bit." Kie handed her a bottle of water and ushered her to go, much to Collins's begrudge, because she also sent her in with an empty bucket. 
JJ glanced back as Collins dragged her feet over to him, avoiding his gaze, much to his amusement, before her back hit the side of the wall and she slid down to the floor and curled herself up into a ball. 
"Hello to you, too, sunshine." JJ grinned, continuing to spin the wheel to keep them on course.
"Can't talk, it makes me sick." She mumbled, nearly incoherent. 
"What, you've never been deep sea fishing before? This is the usual." Collins shook her head before she felt instant regret from the motion, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath as she waited for the nausea to pass. JJ stole a couple glances her way, keeping a close eye on her out of concern. "At least give me like a grunt or something, just so I know you haven't like, choked on your vomit or some shit."
Collins released a mortified cry, burying her face in the sleeves of her sweatshirt in hopes that when she uncovered it, she wouldn't be in her body. Instead, she'd be the dead fish that had probably fallen on the floor of Heyward's boat a million times, in the same position that she currently was in. This was completely, totally, utterly not the way she wanted to be perceived. Not in front of the boy she wanted to see her as a incapable of flaw. 
"Good enough for me." JJ proclaimed, listening to John B's yell for him to hold steady for the third time in a row and turning the steering wheel. When Collins was soundless for a good while, JJ looked back at her and furrowed his brows with a bit of panic. "Collins?"