Riding the Porcelain Bus

A Science Primer on Mal de Mer

Embarked on a four-hour sportfishing charter earlier this week, and not only were the fish not biting, but the two of us got seasick. I puked twice, once before and once after a serving of fresh fruit. The second time was prettier—vibrant watermelon pink. The crew was impressed.

Before a passage under sail I would usually slap on a scopalomine patch, and…