None of these facts will come as any surprise to the crew of the Rainbow Warrior. For the last few days, we've been been battered by strong winds wipping up from the Roaring Forties. Our little ship has been pitching in a see-saw fashion - below deck, we're like astronauts in a space-station, clambering our way through doorways. In this case, however, we're being subjected to gravity, several times over. Even as I write this, I've nearly been flung across the radio room by one particularly large pitch.

Some of the hardier sailors have been unplussed by the weather conditions, putting away meals like each one was their last. Carmen, in particular, is beginning to worry about her prodigious food intake. Other crew members have been keeping a low profile - resigning themselves to their bunks and very simple diets. I'll have to confess that I spent yesterday feeling pretty queasy, and this morning relented, and took some anti-seasickness medication, which worked a treat. Lisa, our medic, has been patrolling the ship, making sure that any ailing folk are taking in enough fluids and food (when possible!)

Still, it's a quiet friday night on the Rainbow Warrior - but with some decent weather due over the next few days, we're sure to see people returning to good form.

In the meantime, I've included some nausea-inducing photographs, for your vicarious pleasure...

- Dave