Everybody gets sea sick at some time or another. When you've got it, you just want to curl up and die. When somone else has got it, its time to start demonstrating that the only place to find sympathy is in the dictionary is between shit and syphallis. It was once the practice for ships on deployment to the Falklands to send members of the ships company on X-pols with other units in theatre. The term X-pol relates to the cross pollination of ideas between the 2 units. In reality, it was an oppertunity to get off the watchbill for a couple of days, and to drink heavily in a different enviroment. For my X-pol, I went to the RE detachment at MPA. The RE unit had an attached squadron(?) of Ghurka engineers, and it was to be some of these guys who would spend a week or so onboard.