Back when I worked on the ocean, I saw days where the seas were FAC (flat-ass calm). Like a mill pond. I saw extremely high seas in one particularly bad storm, and I’ve ridden everything in between. During the storm, we were all put to the test, challenging our seamanship skills to the max. Seven ships went down. Our captain spent the entire night on the bridge, on the throttles. There was one moment when the ship caught a wave and rolled quite far to one side. As the ship hung and we waited for her to right herself, several of us wondered if this was the moment just before the ship rolls over. Slowly, she came back up.
One thing certain about the ocean; it’s in a constant state of change and flux. You can prepare as best you can, but you won’t know just what to do until that storm hits. And once it does, all you can do is batten down the hatches, steer the safest course and ride it out. When it subsides, you pick up the broken glass, weld the cracked bulkheads, restow the shifted cargo, and carry on, with another sea story to tell and experience under your belt. Such is life.