Scourge of The Seven Seas .....
5 a.m. in the morning, Wilson's Warf, and I was getting ready for my aventure on the high seas in an attempt to land the "big one". The skipper looked confident that although there was a significant wind, the seas were much calmer then the last few days when the deep ocean swells, visible from the shoreline, were white capped. Filled with confidence, despite the internet weather report of two meter swells, I boarded the rather small boat and swallowed a tablet to prevent the onslaught of that scourge of the seven seas that lays waste to the strongest of men. The boat could not have been longer than eight meters from bow to stern, and by four meters across at the stern. Two rows of bunk seats, that doubled as storage hatches, reached from the bow to the bridge, approximately halfway to the stern. The bridge was the size of a wardrobe with its back facing the bow and a door opening the port side of the boat. T...