This is my first sleep at sea. The seas are still rough. This ship pitches and rolls a lot, but we discover that the hammocks compensate for nearly all of the roll. May 14 Morning at sea. We're in the Gulf Stream, about 55 miles from shore.
Seas are rough with large swells.
Looking out at the ocean is like looking at a series of mountain peaks, all in motion. We're rolling as much as 20 degrees to either side. At 0800, all hands gather on deck to alter course. We must reverse the angle of all sails, and it is organized chaos. Somewhere, someone actually knows what all the commands and yells are for.