Oceanfront Real Estate

It has been a while since I've been able to sleep in the same place for more than two nights. I'm tempted to pack my bag each morning and put on a spandex suit but I'm slowly starting to realize that the B&B lifestyle is now a thing of the past.
Instead, I awake to a silent ship with the sun peaking through my bunks porthole window. For those of you unfamiliar with sea jargon, portholes are the small round windows on the sides of ships and if one happens to be stationed in your bunk then life is good. Life is good.
I'm still trying to get reacquainted with the shipboard lifestyle but it's all starting to come back to me. The floor is called the sole, kitchen is called galley, and every night at sundown the flags must be lowered and folded into a triangle with thirteen stars showing on the outside to represent the thirteen colonies.
I'll be volunteering aboard the Robert C. Seamans for a total of 18 days at which point I'll need to find a new place to call home. As for now, food is great, people are interesting and the sea is omnipresent.

Fair Winds,
CS