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

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

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

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

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.

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

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