The first two days were a blur of eating & watching shows.
The sea varied between four- and 12-foot swells and the fog came and went in patches.
It did make me think of Pirates of the Caribbean, only we were Mid-Atlantic.
As we ploughed through the seas effortlessly, it never ceased to amaze me how little movement we felt and even though we're a huge ship, how tiny we were in this vast area of water.
The horizon from the promenade deck (Level Seven) was 14 miles away and you could look at 654 square miles of water in panavision. The Atlantic could be a very desolate place and it must be a brave soul who attempts crossing it in anything smaller than a ocean-going liner.
This is where we've been . . .
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