Sky on board the Potemkin I woke up at 8 pm from uncomfortable pitching. Relaxed my body, swung a little, trying to figure out where and why I was. It was dark all around. In the dark, I examined the outline of a small room with a low ceiling and a dozen gurneys. They stood somewhat chaotic, but were quite resistant to periodic pitching... In the fog, I began to make my way to a rectangular light source, gradually becoming a door. Even, rather, a whole ship hatch. Yes, I was definitely on the ship, otherwise you can't explain the constant pitching...