Blah. Blah blah. There’s not a single one of us that’s not feeling completely wrecked. Our bodies have essentially rejected us. They are looking at the crackers and water we put in front of them and they’re screaming rejections. We’re taking turns being sick off the back of the boat. Partner puking on either side of the steering column. We lazily pass large bottles of water around hoping and praying that this sip will be the one that stays...