We were at the *very* front of the Viking Serenade. The seas were smooth, but when we set up our place in Catalina, we had the rudest wake-up call by the anchor dropping. (In my dreams, it translated as my nephew playing his drums, if that gives you an idea).
When I finally awoke, I sat up in bed and asked Art, "What the ^%&$ is that?"
I would try and change if I were you.