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Some great stories, keep 'em coming.
I would guess most of you old salts rarely get seasick; I was surprised when Frank Mundus told me he would get sick every day for 23 years...it takes a special love for the sea to endure that every day.
Frank said he would wait until all the big guys were on the rail and then he would approach the sickest one in the bunch and say, "That's not how you do it! If you're going to puke, do it right." Then he would take out his teeth and commence projectile vomiting, wipe his mouth, get up and eat a sandwich.
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