sail across the pacific
sleep packed shoulder to shoulder in hammocks with a bunch of hairy unwashed guys
officers, including snotty retarded teenage midshipmen that don't know anything about sailing and whom you could break in half with one hand all treat you like subhuman slaves because that's the naval tradition
you don't even have access to the actual toilets, have to shit in holes on the bow while officers go in the bathrooms that have windows specifically facing the wooden bench with a hole where you have to shit, so they can feel superior to you even whilst crapping
everything is perpetually moist like a 100% humidity day, because unpainted wooden boats sealed with cotton and tar aren't really waterproof and the sea is always soaking through the hull planks
every single day you eat bug ridden dried beef and biscuits and chase it with increasingly watered down booze and end up diseased before the next port (the navy has understood nutrition and known that oranges cure and prevent scurvy for nearly a century by now but fuck you, you're the scum of the earth, if you weren't you wouldn't have joined the navy, and dried beef and biscuits are naval tradition by royal decree of 1258 and you need to respect that or you'll taste the lash)
every square sail requires like half a dozen men on top and another half a dozen hauling ropes on the deck in coordinated procedures to tack it to catch the wind, and there are 8 or 9 of them on the ship that have to be tacked simultaneously to keep the ship moving whenever the wind changes, so that's what you're doing all day, every day when you aren't picking bugs out of the food or trying to shit as the sea spray from the bow goes up your ass or trying to sleep while half the guys around you are "stealthily" jerking off
after 8 months of this same routine you restock supplies in Tahiti and the whole crew gets dysentery
No.