A Not So Seafaring Adventure

The seas were calm, surprisingly taboo
and my plebian skills at sea were weak.
I knew my nausea was waiting too,
for havoc, the sea's vengeance soon would wreak.
 
Of all the goers, sea strong fairing type,
I was the least to check the fuel line.
The smell of diesel was putridly ripe
and nauseous seas turned my stomach just fine!
 
But being hero had confused my choice.
I was determined to repair the boat
that stalled at sea. However, my voice
was leaning overboard with gagging throat.        
 
There are those heroes, goodhearted at best
but just as vulnerable as the rest.