Imagine the scene.

The Harry Slater was an experience you never forgot. She was nicknamed the
Rolling Pig. She rolled so much that even tying her up in harbour did not
stop it. We were on board one time waiting for a window in the weather to
sail her to the Isle of Man. The weather was very poor and we were all
seasick from the moment we stepped onboard. The Isle of Man was our only
hope due to some sheltered shores. The skipper gave us some great news. He
told us to go out and have a drink. We were to be back onboard by eleven O'clock.
He would then wait for the tide and set sail at about two in the morning. He
was going to make a night crossing, picking the best of the weather. We all
fell sound asleep in the reassuring knowledge that when we awoke we would be
nice and safe in Douglass. So we slept all night and awoke the next morning
expecting to look outside and see another port. How wrong we were. As we
awoke the engine fired up and we heard the anchor being pulled in. She then
started to rock and roll. The next eight hours were the worst ever in my
life. We were hung-over from the previous night's enjoyment and then we
sailed out into worst sea I'd ever been in. Two of us were sick before we
exited the harbour defences. It was too rough to sail during the night so we
sailed out into a force six in the Rolling Pig.

taz.