When I had dinner with the fellows last week we talked about sleep. We talked about how whalers, upon their return home often had to suspend their beds from ropes so every movement would rock them to sleep.
Though I’ve never been to sea in anything other than a short jaunt in my kayak; I can somewhat relate to this. Once I went fluke fishing on Barneagat Bay (New Jersey) with a friend. We spent ten hours in a small craft rolling with the waves, up and down, up and down. Even after arriving home several hours later and going to bed several hours after that I could still feel the motion of the waves as I was in bed. I could still feel the motion when I woke up the next morning.
The only thing I could relate it to was like when you attend a real loud concert and your ears ring for several days after. The motion must have reprogrammed my inner ear and sense of balance.
I’ve always taken the large ferry boats when ever I’ve gone to Victoria, B.C., but I understand there is a catamaran that ferrys people from Seattle or Port Townsend. I understand that when the water is wild on Puget Sound the visitors have rubbery legs during their first day after their trip.