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

The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time, like my insides were an open can of shaken soda and I was trying to keep it from bubbling up out of the top.

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.

Fewer people have successfully solo-circumnavigated the globe than have journeyed into space.

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

The swells were amazing! As big as three-story apartment buildings!

I will definitely attempt to sail around the world again. In fact, I can't wait for the chance to try again.