My grandmother tried to describe the feeling of sea sickness to me when I was younger. I gather it is somewhere between lingering death and and will the grim reaper please hurry up. Never felt it myself, but I don't feel superior because of that. Just smug. I watched Uncle Bill one day as he taught me to jig cod take a freshly caught fish, kill it and cut a piece from the side of the cod. He looked at his nephew who was beginning to feel the sickness and he put the fresh fish to his mouth and tore off some flesh. He offer some to his nephew who promptly emptied the contents of his stomach into Burin Bay. Uncle Bill wasn't really my uncle, but that's waht everyone called him. The one exception was his nephew who had a few other names for him when he'd finished clearing out his stomach.