We are at sea, between Trondheim and Geiranger. There are 29 knot winds. We are swaying noticeably. There are whitecaps in the swimming pool, which is sorta neat. The elevator is becoming a wiser choice than stairs even for journeys of a single floor. Discreet containers of white sickness bags have begun appearing at the elevator stops.
I'm guessing the captain knows something.
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