Seems that I have not been very clear about my comments of "being sick". So, in an effort to clear up what I mean with out being graphic, I will be brief. If I ramble on too long, I tend to get in trouble.

Morrey-- Sea Sick- The act of fouling the walk around deck and lots of lip curling indicating that there is eminent deck fouling ahead. Deck fouling is a product of not leaning over the toe rail too much for fear of making the rest of the crew practice MOB (man overboard) drills. I prefer to wash the deck.

Ted-- Sea Sick- The act of setting comatose trying to keep your eyes open because your brain is telling the rest of your body to shut down. This can last hours or days and is accompanied by head spinning and spinning stomach. Remarkably, there is little deck fouling and lots of lip curling.

Now the only reason that I had to address this is because Morrey seems to be concerned that I am not really sick because I am only nauseous. Seems he thinks one has to go the extra mile to prove it. All I can say is that I am not a quitter. If I thought that crossing the finish line in this would ease the pain, I would gladly be there. It is not a cruise liner so there is no wicked virus on board. I do wish there was a buffet on the Spinnaker Deck and a pool with a hot tub on the Sun Deck. Either of these Norwegian Cruise Line features would go a long way to fixing the sporadic blues I get out here on the big blue sea. I might even consider not getting sea sick.

I was talking with Morrey this morning after he made pancakes and apple and raisin compote (it is Saturday morning). We have concluded that we have not been bruised from bouncing off stuff on this leg. I said that we have our sea legs. He curled his lip and I recanted-- "well, one sea leg".

Here's to Terra Firma and the bed not spinning.

Ted