The Drake Passage
I slept fitfully during the night, waking up often, and most of the time just laying flat on my back in the bed, hoping that I would slide off and that the things in the cabin would stay on whatever they were sitting on, instead of flying around like it seemed they should be doing.
Around 5:30am, things were really rough. During this period, the tray containing the glasses of water and the pitcher and ice container slid off of the table between our beds, drenched Grandma's slippers with icewater, and breaking one of the glasses. I spent some time picking up glass shards and splinters from the carpet and Grandma's stuff under her bed.
Around 7:30am, I decided to get up and get ready for breakfast. So far, I hadn't felt sick at all, and was actually finding it enjoyable and exciting. I figured that taking a shower would be challenging.
After my shower, I began to shave, and while I was shaving, the heaving became even worse. By this time, I was starting to feel a bit queazy, which seemed reasonable given the roughness of the ocean.