My experience was living on a warship, if a minesweeper qualifies. And we were on patrol for months running. And I was a worker ant, not an officer, so living was particularly spare. Though it was long hours, hard work, and cramped living to say the least, the actual communing with the ocean on the weather decks, and the perpetually rolling deck had an odd entrancing effect. A few shipmates caught me taking in the scene as the seas were getting rough and the wind was hammering the ship. One big old engiineman rocked back and squinted at me and said, "You like this shit, don't you?" And all three shipmates shook their heads and walked off. And they were right.