I sure wouldn’t want to be out there.
This is the reason I can neither sing nor navigate: cannot hit the high seas/Cs.
Better to be on shore wishing you were sailing than to be sailing desperately wishing you were on shore.
About ‘61-’62, my carrier was at Mayport FL. Aircraft and squadron personnel had gone to NAS Jacksonville.
I was in Catapults Div. and just part of a skeleton crew when we got word that we were going underway. Hurricane Diana was headed our way and the waves and storm surge would have damaged the ship if we were docked.
Headed straight for the storm. Nothing but black coffee and crackers in chow hall. Had to use ropes to tie ourselves onto our racks (berthing was aft just below flight deck).
After we made it through the ‘cane, catwalk railings along the flight deck (about 60’ above the water) were bent over and had to be repaired/replaced. Forward pilots’ quarters, also just below flight deck, were two feet deep in water.
That was the only time I was seasick and scared (18-19 y/o).
There should be zero ships of any size out there, if this forecast is near correct.