I stood on the deck arm'd ship, shielded from its water by the little deck house, watching the fleet wars as they chased each other astern, curl & break in a shower of foam of an almost emerald green. For a time it was enjoyable & I thought I would not be sea-sick, but as we got further & further out into the open ocean & the size & strength of the waves increa- sed, I found that every time the ship climbed up & to the tops of a great comber & plunged down on its other side, the pleasure grew less & less. I stood it as long as I could & then beat a retreat for my stateroom where I learned what it was to be sea-sick. Every time the ship came down from the top of a big wave, I seemed to hear my stomach up there, to follow along on its next white-cap. To say that I was sick is putting it mildly; I didn't care whether the ship went to the bottom or not - in fact I rather hoped she would. However about one o'clock in the afternoon when we left the open Pacific & got into