I dwelled for weeks on how I'd fare. Although the first leg of the Nordhavn Atlantic Rally (NAR) was a relatively short hop from Port Everglades, Florida, to Hamilton, Bermuda, I always get seasick during the first 36 to 48 hours of a passage. In addition to seasickness, which I hate more than you can imagine, I didn't know what to expect from the Nordhavn 57 that I'd signed on as crew. Soft of bilge and slow, she'd be hard pressed to run from a nasty turn in the weather, unlike the high-speed sportfishing yachts that make up the bulk of my experience. So, yeah, I was a little afraid, too.