Was fine as long as the boat, a largish cabin-cruiser, was underway. As soon as the captain anchored at one of his "spots" and the swells took over, in no time I was chumming the water with the contents of my stomach. I thought the other guys fishing would be upset except that the fellow I puked nearby suddenly caught a big ole fish. Next thing I know, they're all saying "Hey, come puke next to me next!". I obliged them four more times.
But since it was an all-day thing, after completely emptying the contents of my stomach, I sat on the bow and did my best to focus on the horizon. But I was still miserable for every minute of the next six hours.