I was a teen AF military dependent in the 50’s; we were on a Navy transport called the E.D. Patrick heading for Japan and hit a typhoon. Three days of slippin’ and slidin’ and lights flickering off and on. A ton of barf bags were used. It wasn’t fun!
My first night at sea was in the Tasman Sea. I flew into Christchurch to meet my ship. 20 foot plus seas - whew eee. What a cruise. It was my only night of ever being sea sick.