We sailed in the late sun. Ther pier by now was empty. I expected well wishers but it was explained to me that’s only in the movies. Guests on NCL sister ship Dawn provided cheer with waving arms and whistles. In unison they shouted Bon’Voyage. There was a dueling banjoes as the two ships signaled one-on-one with their massive bass horns. Our vantage point offered plenty of wind in our faces and a view of the receding city skyline and setting sun. We had a surreal moment as a motorized hang glider (On floats no less) caught us up and nearly matched our lazy speed closehauled before peeling off. I sang the chorus of ‘those magnificent men in their flying machines’. We adjourned to the afterdeck to enjoy the fading splendor. I’m happy to report that everyone in our entourage has sea legs. No one is barking for Neptune. I did awaken during the night to the sound of a stiff breeze moaning and the ship had begun a rolling motion. I felt badly for those in the most forward cabins. The rolling is slightly less pronounced but replaced with a most unpleasant pitching moment. I’d be selling Buicks up there. The moon is visible from our stateroom balcony and it emerges from behind low clouds to reflect on the water’s surface. This is the life!