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California, sailing to Santa Barbara island at night in fog thru 8foot crossing swells crossing major shiping lanes,,im at the helm when SEASICKATTACK,, spend next hour hanging over the gunwall pucking till theres no more,but,keep, trying, bile EEECH.
,,seas lightend at dawn and i noticed a "box floating behind us, or so i thought,, while later the box is getting closer, not a box, but a BIG square fin following my bile trail. hes so big his tail fin is still under, like a submarine as he moved in closer .
,,Friend Mike drags me down the gangway and puts a blanket on me and my head in a bucket,,"uuuURP, thnkUUUURP,kilmenow".
