Sunday at sea…
Is a good place to be.

But the ship rocks more…
Then ever before.

We sat in the Piazza
The three story center Plaza.

Another gala night
With high waves in sight.

Seasickness has caught up with me…
Feeling as nauseous as can be!

No energy… No appetite
No eating… Not even light.

I feel best…
At rest.

When you receive my next rhyme…
You know I again feel fine!

I hope tomorrow the weather is good
When on the Falkland Islands we set foot.

For now I pray…
And hope this misery goes soon away.