All the ingenuity, all the high-tech gear, all the jury-rigging sometimes the sea would rip it all away until there was only you, the Creator, and His mercy.
Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea.
Being at sea is like watching the whole world in high-definition.
The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.
The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.
I knew that even if I was able to call for help, I was in a place so remote that it wasn't likely there would be anyone who could help me. And even if there were, it could take weeks.