As she sat on the rustic bench at the edge of the dock watching the boat's wake ebb and flow, she shivered from the cool morning breeze. She put on her royal blue, cat eye sunglasses to block the glare of the sun's rays reflecting off the water, and scooted closer to him for warmth. In another hour or so they would be getting on the boat they had chartered, so she poured a cup of hot cocoa from her thermos to wash down the pill the doctor had prescribed, just in case she needed it. She would have enough new adventures just learning to deep sea fish, without discovering she might be one of those who gets seasick, to boot. As the hour went by, a sense of queasiness emerged and increased within her making it difficult to concentrate on the friendly banter among the men about the kind of fish they hoped to catch. She glanced in the direction of the restrooms and quickly excused herself thinking, I thought it was supposed to keep me from getting seasick, not make me seasick!
|A picture of some fishermen in seven small boats near the foundation of the 3,261' long Yaquina Bay Bridge, Newport, Oregon. Passengers on deep sea fishing charter boats often see sites like this as they head for the deeper water.|