I could damn near right a book of sea-sick stories but a couple of my favorites would be,

1) I had a rather large (6'4" 250lbs.) black gentleman get as sick as anyone I've seen on my boat, he went in the cabin with a 5 gal. bucket/porta-potti and became what we refer to as a "spinner", filling the bucket from both ends, after about 15 min. he decides he's done and heads out of the cabin to dump the bucket, he trips on the door track and falls face forward, the bucket hits first and proceeds to spash right in this guys face, that was as close to getting sick as I've come, that was his first and last day on the boat.

2) A buddy of mine had a guy "starch-up" on him and decide to go lie down in the cabin, while he's in there the water is getting rougher and he can no longer hold his lunch, he gets to the cabin door and can't figure out how to open it, my buddy, seeing this guys distress comes over to open the door just as this guy is unloading, Randy gets a full face full, this happened about 10 a.m., he was out till 4 smelling like vomit.

3) My all time favorite though was 3 brothers I fished with about 5 years ago, we were fishing in 3-4 ft. seas and doing pretty well, 1 of the guys asks if there is somewhere else we can fish as he thinks he had a bad oyster for dinner and isn't feeling well, and I tell him there are alot of places to fish but they probably won't be as good as where we are, another brother tells the first brother to quite whining and keep fishing, then tells me there's a $100 in it for me to stay and limit out, the 1st brother hands me $200 and says take me in, we were at the dock in 45 minutes.