A Calm Next day there was a calm, which added not a little to my impatience of the ship.

And, furthermore, by certain nameless associations revived in me my old impressions upon first witnessing as a landsman this phenomenon of the sea.

Those impressions may merit a page.
To a landsman a calm is no joke.

It not only revolutionizes his abdomen, but unsettles his mind; tempts him to recant his belief in the eternal fitness of things; in short, almost makes an infidel of him.
At first he is taken by surprise, never having dreamt of a state of existence where existence itself seems suspended.

He shakes himself in his coat, to see whether it be empty or no.