Location: Transit to Nevis
The high spirits mentioned above by George soon faded to the dull ache of sea sickness as night fell. Ocean swells increased in size and the boat rocked forward and backward with the passing of each crest. Within hours the majority of the crew became violently ill, especially Evan who spent the night spooning with the trash can and cuddling with the caprail. It turns out after all that Evan IS ‘that kid’. Thirty hours after embarking we arrived at Nevis for a much needed shower and calm anchored waters.