...and this time it's wobbly.
Most of the passengers, who are clearly androids of some sort, are going about their daily business as though the ship wasn't rolling around all over the place. I, being a mere namby-pamby landlubber human being, have spent another horizontal day, trying to remind myself that being on a turbulent sea in a ship is a lot better than being on a turbulent sea not in a ship.
Tomorrow we arrive at Stanley (which I'm reasonably sure was Port Stanley at one stage, but this appears no longer to be the case.) We're only there for a few hours, so I'm trying to figure out a schedule whereby I can sneak off for a pint at some stage. There are several pubs, and as an Englishman it's my duty to go and complain about the weather in at least one of them.