

90 days forced to remain sitting or standing, wearing a dry suit that will reek of rancid BO, dirty butt and farts before the end of day one, unable to lay down to sleep. Unable to even have a shit if the sea state is too high and you can’t open the hatch without flooding the boat for a few days.
Fuck. That.









But hey, no crying baby. The only cries you hear are your own.