Several, no make that many years ago, I spent a week on a large schooner, my berth was in a part of ship called the puke-atorium. Despite its name I used to get a good nights sleep and eat like a horse.

The whole experiance ranks as one of my most treasured memories, especially the moment when we passed a similar vessel also under full sail, a rare moment outside of the tall ships race.

Hell of a nostalgia attack, now wheres that parrot and wooden leg.