Aye, the sea in its fury can be a frightening thing. On my first voyage from San Francisco to Yokosuka, Japan in February 1961, the hurricane bow of AF-59 was plowing into the enormous waves as the ship heaved and yawed, expansion joints screeching and complaining loudly, I was literally on my knees with seasickness for 16 days, depression such as I've never again felt.
But the Albatross who followed us were with us all the way. The wind and the waves couldn't deter them from their journey with us. What an amazing sight to see them each day in such foul weather.
Thankfully, after a day or two in the calmness of port my sea-legs asserted themselves. I was again alive!