OK, I have to jump in on this one. I never got seasick UNTIL heading out off Cape Cod to go Blue Fin Tuna fishing. We left at about 3:30 am and chugged out in our stinky diesel (didn't help). The problem was that there was no moonlight so I could not find the horizon. It was truly painful to search around and see absolutely nothing. Did I puke? No, but came close. A little pop does wonders for the gut.
