Waves are higher than the mast of the ship. When we go into a trough, the ship shakes, rattles and rolls. When the bow drops into the sea, the ship shakes and shivers, almost like a dog after a bath. It is damn scary. Dishes fly off the Mess cooks cupboard.
Pots fly through the air.
Sandwiches, made instead of meals, are like shingles rushing back and forth on the water covered deck. When some screwball breaks open the hatch, water pours in on top of us. This is a Destroyer Escort, she shouldn't be doing this. The shaking and shivering get worse. Some faces of the crew are alabaster white, a contrast from their dark tan color of yesterday.