One Sick Polywog

Maby some out there can relate to this tale. Having not yet developed my " sea legs" I thought I was one "salty" Sailor as we set sail out into the "smooth" Puget Sound just out of Seattle. This was sweet. It late evening and in my mind I was thinking to myself, "Man this is the life". Little did I know that by early morning my whole world would be turned upside down and every witch way it could be. Everything not tied down was bouncing off the bulkheads, deck, the overhead and just all over. The deck would just simpely drop out from under you feet, then just as quicky, come up to meet you and at the same time you are walking on the bulkhead[wall] and life as you knew it a few hours ago just was'nt the same and never would be. I some how made my way to the Head [bathroom] and there was'nt an empty stall,sink or shower stall that was'nt occupied. At first I thought everyone was praying, But not so.......they were "SICK"...VERY,VERY SICK. Then it hit me.......I went out side and almost could'nt find a vacant spot on the life line to let it all come out, if you get my drift. One little detail that I had apparently missed or perhaps we were'nt told, was that we would be in the roughest waters in the Pacific Ocean.....The Straights of Juan de Fuca. Well, I'll save that story for another blog. OK?