Went halibut fishing back in 2011, and although choppy within two mile of shore, it became terrifying 5 miles out. We were absolutely vertical going up the waves, and then we'd drop like a rock into the trough between one wave and another. The waves washed over the boat from every direction. Many became ill at this point and were hanging on for dear life on deck. I held on for all I was worth but managed to fly up and hit the ceiling. An old guy in front of me was knocked out of his seat and across the cabin. All I could think of was the Perfect Storm. I just prayed we would get back to land. At this point, any thought of fishing was totally gone. I never thought we would get back to shore. The pilot called in that he had no control and could no longer keep a direction; so, we were taken back. I think all of us were just glad to be off the boat and alive.