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.

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

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.

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

Being at sea is like watching the whole world in high-definition.

Slowly, my brain let me in on the fact that I had just come this close to dying.

If a big wave came at the wrong moment, it would sweep me off into forty-eight-degree water, where I might last twenty minutes. Drowning quickly might be better.