Sleeping

When the ship rolls on towering waves coming from abreast, sleep doesn't come easily.

Where to hide when your world moves as one? Stuffing boxes of beer and lifevests under your mattress helps to wedge you tight. But how about being pressed against a wall one moment and the next hovering over a void room with the portal's below you?

Heeling 70 degrees is no fun if your securely lashed fridge decides to give way and all your beer and soda cans pop like corn.

It is the life of a sailor few know about. And those who know don't care to remember, stuffing it away.
It is the Bermuda - New York run in winter which makes you quietly go your way when bragging lads talk about their adventures. What is it that makes you long for the bonding among men when the weather makes life such a misery you crave for sandy beaches with loose women (not that you need bad weather to long for that).

Memories only serve their purpose when they help you deal with unknown situations. The sea provides you a solid guide in life no one can take away form you.
It leaves you lonely somewhat yes, knowing you can count only on yourself in the worst ordeals.