I was woken up for breakfast at seven like every other day and I like everybody else felt totally fine. After the meal I dressed for work and headed out ready to set sail in beautiful weather but sadly today wasn't as good as it seemed.
Everything was fine until a couple of hours after we passed Gibraltar Sund and then it happened, the waves grew bigger and bigger and the ship was rocking up, down and side to side in big motions so everything in the kitchen was shaking around enough for the food making to be a total hellhole. The seasickness was going around like the plague and one after one everybody in my watch got sick
and it felt like we were going to die, the waves were so bad that even our watch leader was about to throw up. But the nightmare was not ower, not yet.