Late yesterday afternoon, word came from on high that there would be rough seas during the night and throughout the morning today. The Captain said he would sail in circles until 10 p.m., giving the passengers time to eat, drink some wine (for medicinal purposes, of course), and get into bed before we hit the heavy weather.
The soundtrack for last night was provided by Adele’s Rolling in the Deep and the finale of the 1812 Overture. Not only were we pitching and yawing, but several times massive waves hit us broadside, booming like cannons detonating outside our stateroom. Once again, scopolamine came to the rescue.
When we went down to breakfast, my brother and I constituted 2 of the 5 passengers who saw fit to leave their beds. By lunch time most people had crawled out of their cabins, exchanging can-you-top-this tales of wretchedness. The navigation chart from the “circling” part of last evening looks like someone randomly twisted the knobs on an Etch-a-Sketch. (I think they still exist; if not it’s yet another icon of my childhood that is no more.)
The rough seas lasted until around 2 p.m., but there were several interesting talks, some music trivia, and some Scotch to see us through.
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