Hey, please move down-wind Mr. I Never Get Seasick guy. Yeah you with the pale gray/green skin that just fed the fish for the 6th time. Maybe a bunk in the bow was a bad idea, maybe it was the shooters and Mexican food last night followed by the sausage and cheese omelet w/sour cream, washed down with OJ and coffee on the boat this morning, Mr. Technicolor Yawn. After the 3rd time I had to move out of your way so you could yodel in the ocean, you might want to actually stay out on deck for a while. Sure, you could have taken the Dramamine in your dive bag last night, or even this morning, but noooooooooooo, not you, you stud. And how about just a little closer to the stern next time sharpshooter. I'll live with fish poop and various assorted other things that end up on my BC while diving, but I really don't need you drooling your enchilada surprise all over it. When I go to the head and there are red and green tortilla chip remnants on the floor, wall and the seat, you don't think I just might figure out where it came from? I don't need Watson's help on that one. So despite your clamoring to the contrary, next time the swells are 3 ft or better, drop the Bonine early chum, otherwise you'll have guacamole on your rashguard and we'll laugh at you and you'll look (and smell) like a dork.