Yes. It was very sad. 😩 I thought I had nothing to worry about. I should have known. On our way back north from the caribbean, the weather got much worse. By dawn Saturday there were 50 mph winds and 15 foot seas. I went to have breakfast in the dining room. Service was slow because dishes, bottles, etc were broken. A worker must have not secured them. I went back to the cabin. My wife wanted to sleep late that morning, so I sat out on the balcony, sipping some coffee. I had my seeds with me, as always. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rocked the ship toward starboard (the right side of the boat, to you landlubbers), where my cabin was. The hot coffee wound up in my lap. I yelled and instinctively reached down to protect myself from further burns, when the paper flew from my grasp and was swept under a small space between the floor of the balcony deck and the rail. I caught a slight fairwell glimpse of my future fortune as it disappeared under the waves.