In the morning, Peter and I were up late and with the floor lifting this way and that, we decided we couldn't be bothered to race upstairs for breakfast. So at about 10 am, we were sat on our beds, supping a fresh cuppa when the captain's voice came over the tannoy system. The captain's voice is always Bad News, it's like he only comes on when everyone else is too scared to tell us the news. So we listened intently
Basically he warned that the sea was getting too rough and unpredictable. The lunges and lurches it was making in all directions were too severe. People were being toppled over like skittles and moving around the ship was not safe. People in cabins were told to stay put, people in lounges on deck 8 were told to sit and stay sat!
That there Captain wasn't wrong! Every so often, the ships made a massive lurch and everything moved in that direction. In our cabin in the bowels of the ship, Peter's had to tape the drawers shut again, as we hung on to the beds. We worked out it must be a lot worse on the upper decks. Without portholes, we couldn't see out, but weirdly despite the room rocking back and forth, I didn't feel nauseous, so I must have found me sea-legs.
There were several announcements as the morning wore on, constantly telling people to stay put. Peter (setting a poor example!), went upstairs to find out whether or not his classes would go ahead. He was told that the foul weather was expected to continue for another five hour and that some waves had been big enough to crash against the windows on deck 8. Think about that........ deck 8 is 5 decks above the (calm) waterline of the ship, which means those waves were somewhere around 40-50 ft mebbe? That's both awesome and scary!