Working a raised-deck barge, you get used to the water being a good deal below you. We're running down the Chesapeake right now, getting bounced pretty good. I had forgotten how it becomes impossible to touch type due to a skittering keyboard!
We're loaded to the marks- stuffed full of oil, and riding low in the water. There is lots of flying spray, and boarding seas are washing down the deck. It feels like we're flying- the sensation of increased speed is uncanny. I feel like a sailor again. First time in a long time. Feels good, man.