3 days at Sea

Second day into the journey and the captain announces that we are expecting some bad weather down to Madeira. Several hours later it escalates into Force 9. 12 is a hurricane.
Sick bags have become the latest fashion accessory on board. The tablets don’t work so I’m seeing how long I can survive without food and water before I succumb to an injection.
Lying horizontal in the cabin seems to be the only way to stop me from feeling very ill.
The doctor and his needle have visited but it only lasts 12 hours. I’m counting the hours until we arrive in Madeira.
Image below titled After Martin Parr - Hot Socks