The (Slightly) Cruel Sea

I was on my way to Ireland and just couldn't sleep. Not from excitement, you understand, but because my Dad was not reacting well to sea air and his COPD was on turbo. So I made my way on deck and was welcomed by a lovely dawn.

Forty shades of green? That was the other passengers; honestly, it was almost like a millpond. And you don't get to say that about the Irish Sea very often.