Rolling on the Heavy Sea

Sunday. 6am reveille, wash and then go below to wake up the men, who sleep in hammocks, many a groan is heard when rousing the heavy sleepers, as it is necessary to swing two hammocks together and very often finishing up with the contents of both hammocks being on the ground.

See men stow hammocks. Being very sultry down stairs between decks, I found it advisable to come up on deck for blowings.

At 7.15 breakfast, porridge, bread and butter, and tea. Not many partook of this meal, most of them laying about on the deck, in a sick and tired condition.

Many who did go below for breakfast this morning, and as the ship rolled on the heavy sea, men, tea and porridge dixies, knives, forks, spoons, lifebelts and anything movable, was swept to one side of the boat and then back to the other, as the ship righted herself again, often there would be a group of men laying on the floor helpless with all sorts of things mixed up with them.  Many of the fellows who are not queer are enjoying the fun immensely at their commrades expense.

After breakfast have a stroll on deck to witness the high sea now raging, one boat in our convoy seem to completely disappear from view every now and again in a trough in the sea.  Our boat seems a bounder for rolling and the sailors on board told us she was noted for rolling.

Church parade was ordered for 10am today but owing to the rough state of the weather, blowing hard and squalls of rain at intervals, it was postponed.

At 10am now steaming south by 2 points west. Nothing to do for the rest of the day but stroll about trying to get my sea legs.  Appetite is good and by eating well, I am keeping well.

Turn into bed early at 8pm and write a letter home, sick and tired of doing nothing at all, all day.

9pm lights out and ship still rolling.

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