Endless noise from waves lapping the sides of the ship. My sea sickness has not quite left my body yet. I lay in bed uncomfortable, too wam, too angled, too sideways, too this, and too that. Any which was I turn was the wrong way. I fall out of bed to join the crew on the poopdeck. We drop down to the maindeck and within minutes my clothes are soaked through. The rain is sideways and so is the ship.

The Australian man sits in the sun for a few hours reading a book. The Swedish man seems disappointed that he cannot shake my hand because of COVID. I confuse the German woman by speaking too fast in English. I quietly admire the knowledge and discomfort of speaking a language that it not your native tongue.