Not once. There were about five per cent of our crew of 250 officers and men who never got seasick. I was one of the five per cent. I liked the rough weather because most of the guys would be in their racks and it was peaceful. I was an underway radio supervisor and I would send the two or three other guys on watch down to crash and I would handle the machines myself. Made the time go faster. I found a spot where I could sit outside just aft of the forward stack where it met a metal box welded to the deck. I could wedge my butt in and watch our wild ride. Plus the stack kept me dry since the bow was always pointed into the wind. I kick myself frequently for not having a camera on the cruises.
In talking with a couple of WW-2 Captains, they told me there was a very large roll factor, and that proper ballasting was essential. They indicated that more than once they had a salt rime around the stack.
True!
I’m lucky that way too. First half day underway, and then I was good. Same deal. I was on an icebreaker. We used to get tossed around pretty good in the Southern Ocean, and ironically, right outside Puget Sound.