For our final day of fun before we headed back home from our camping and caravanning trip, we'd booked a ride out to sea on a boat. We'd been given a check list by the boat company of all the things we needed to take on board - deck shoes, gloves, a camera and sea legs, to mention a few. I had nearly all of my kit ready but the one thing I was missing was a pair of sea legs.

To begin with, I didn't have the faintest idea what sea legs actually were, and secondly, after spending a long time searching the internet trying to find some to order online before we came away, I hadn't had any luck and was still sea leg less. I was a wee bit worried about it and in fact I didn't sleep at all because of it last night. So when I got up in the morning the first thing I did was to ask my Ninja Papa if he had any sea legs. 'Of course I have sea legs', he told me, going off on one about how he got them from my Ninja Grand Papa when he was a junior ninja, but I didn't have time to listen to the details. I needed to find out about the sea legs from the ancient ninja himself and pronto, as our boat was set to sail in less than 2 hours!

There was no time for 'Good morning' or 'Hello Ninja Grand Papa, how are you?', which rudely goes against all ninja etiquette if I'm honest, but all I could think about was the sea legs. So I launched straight into it, burst into the caravan, woke my Ninja Grand Papa with an almost ferocious poke on his forehead and demanded to know where I could get some sea legs from.

He laughed hysterically at my predicament for a good 15 minutes and then after telling me to calm down, explained that sea legs just grow on you. And apparently sea legs were that simple. Well I wasn't worried any more. Happy days were here and we clambered up on board the sailing boat for our nautical adventure.

… Choppy.

… Choppy.

… Choppy waters.

… Rough sea.

I started to feel a little bit queezy and looked down at my legs to see if any miraculous changes had occurred. Had I grown any sea legs yet? No. They were still ninja legs.

The almost inevitable was about to happen. And before I threw up, I vowed never to go sailing on rough seas again without making sure I'd got my sea legs on first! And that was something I meant so sincerely, from the very bottom of my heart.

… BLEUK!