On June 10, the worst storm in the series swept across the middle of the Indian Ocean and Wild Eyes was directly in its path.

Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea.

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

The things that happen on the sea take you beyond yourself, beyond human capability.

I was so thankful that my parents trusted me enough and had enough faith in my abilities to let me follow my passion and try to do something great, even if I might fail.

In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful.

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