Sea Legs

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Port Charlotte

I like the beach. I like the waves pounding the shore; the sun disappearing into inky blue waters. But I hate being on a ship. This was my discovery on a recent five-day cruise.

It was an exciting moment when we boarded the ship. It was late afternoon; our cabin was cute as a button as it was spick and span. We settled down nice and easy. The docked ship rocked ever so gently. As she sailed, the scenery improved. It looked like the beginning of another great vacation.

The next morning we walked around the ship enjoying the scenery. It was a beautiful sight watching the sun come up over endless waters, as the ship tore through dark-blue waters, throwing frothy white surf in its wake. The tranquility of all this did something wonderful to the soul.

The ship itself had an air of gaiety about it. There was live song on the open deck. Children were jumping around in the shallow pool and splashing water all over as they came through the slip and slide. The guests were trying to make most of the tropical sun on their, as they sipped their beverages on the deck-chairs. The hospitable crew was all over the place trying to make the trip as memorable as possible. It was a festive sight worth cherishing.

I took in all this despite a vague, sense of unease from all the rocking and the swaying of what were standing on. As the day progressed, I developed a slight headache. The liquidity of the ocean was beginning to upset me.

In the next few days, all the rolling and rollicking finally got to me and I became ill unable to leave the cabin. I clung to the safety of the bed as I felt the roiling ocean inside of me. I felt like a protractor on the captain’s chart going through every angle that there possibly were. Now the ship flattened and stretched me into an obtuse angle. Soon after that I was thrown into an acute angle. When the ship pushed me close to the perpendicular, I wish I was dead.

It was a difficult few days after that, as I pined away for the solace of solid earth. It annoyed me to see other people, including my husband who not only found their sea-legs, but were standing on a steady pair, while the shaky world was spinning all around me.

I was incessantly hungry but the sight of any food nauseated me. It especially annoyed me to watch my husband, who has a moderate appetite on land, become a voracious glutton on the ocean. He wolfed down a heaped plate, while I struggled through a piece of bland toast.

The general cheerfulness of the ship and its people depressed me as I yearned for land. When we stepped off at the docks at the end of the cruise, I was tempted to fall on the good earth and kiss her. So, let me reiterate my earlier point: I love the clear turquoise waters, I love the moon-beams shimmering on the ocean, I love the star-lit sky above, but I hate sea-travel, as I have no sea-legs.

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