But none of that kept me from picturing what a tsunami might look like if it did rise up and roar toward my little boat like some watery blue version of the Great Wall of China.

I will never forget the feeling of walking into my home, a place that while drifting helpless in the middle of the Indian Ocean I wondered if I would ever see again.

Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.

The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.

I am twelve thousand miles wiser, twelve thousand miles more resilient, and I have twelve thousand miles more faith in God.

When I saw the plane, I was absolutely astonished! Two emotions crashed over me: surging joy and crazy fear.

The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.