When I was on ship, I would write from time to time on my computer. I couldn’t release them yet because we were still on ship, but now that we are here, I can. I will post up two per day. I only have 6 so without futher ado, behold ship life from my eyes…

Ship log – Tuesday
Three days on ship and the sickness isn’t letting up. The motion of the boat is getting worse therefore it must be getting normal for the crew. The passage ways are small and very stiff and cold. The walls don’t move and sometimes with the help of their ocean wave buddy, they hit you, and they hit hard. You try to move seamlessly along the walkways but the ocean waves make sure you don’t keep your balance and force you to grip the walls and stumble your feet on the slick ground. It’s a giant ship, but it isn’t even close to most of the other ships in the U.S. Navy. Blue, white and gray are the only background colors. Everything else stands out like sore thumb. Time passes by the chows you eat. If you miss one, it’s a big hit to your schedule because now you have a time gap you have to fill in. The gym can usually make up for this lost. Marking off the days on a mini calendar, I think to myself, the sand is always falling in the glass. I just have to make it for a few more Xs on the calendar and I’ll be back to Hiromi. That is where bliss is just a word that doesn’t even compare to what I feel. A new state of happiness. Yea, soon. Just a few more marks on a calendar.

Ship log – Tuesday
Coming up on a week here on the U.S.S. Essex and the waves are getting worse. You can’t count how many times you’ve taken the sea sickness pill but you know exactly how many times you’ve nearly fallen off the steep, narrow stairs. All in all, the food is decent and a lot better then what people injected into your mind before you get on ship. A lot of rumors get thrown around and taste, smell and hearing are the three main senses that get a jitter while on the boat. Some food seems to lose its taste probably because of the age of the material, sitting on the shelf in the ship store for too long or what ever other reason may be appropriate. While aboard, the smell is similar to dry paint and if you are near the mess deck, it smells like whatever your about to put into your mouth for chow. Near the birthing area, our living quarters, the smell is,how some would say, “like balls.” Perhaps you can tell the difference but for me, living there makes the nose seem like this smell is like a norm. If you ever heard the whirl of anything for an extended period of time to the point where it becomes just another normal noise in your life, then you’ll know what its like sleeping on ship. The sound is just a constant whirl or maybe a banging, or a low rumble. Now mind you, this isn’t for just a few hours, its for a few days. Still sound attractive? Try it. Join the Navy or the Marines. Do the extreme get away,.no? Actually, don’t do it. ‘Eh,it could be worse.