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.

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

Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.

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

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.

There are a number of places on marine charts where even the most weathered sailors point and say, "Right there, nothing can go wrong. Everything has to go right." One place is the turbulent passage south of Cape Horn. Another is the dead center of the Indian Ocean.

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