I bob up and down, rather majestically, on a wave. Up and down.
Baaaaaaarrfff. There I go, sick again. This is ludicrous. I'm constantly seasick and I'm supposed to be a SEAgull, for goodness sake.
I can’t take this anymore. There’s nothing else for it. I spread my wings and start my funny little run across the top of the water. Eventually, I lift off gracefully before the next wave drifts in. I climb steadily up into the clear, blue sky and soon catch a warm air current. I soar, rather majestically, above the hateful ocean.
Baaaaaaarrfff. Damn this vertigo.