We’d been sailing all night and were coming up 17 hours on the water.
It had been a night darker than coal; no moon, thick dense cloud. I couldn’t even make out the bow of the boat.
The wind had been keen and the waves had whooshed. It was anyone’s guess what they looked like beyond the ghostly froth of bubbles that stirred as the boat ploughed through the water.
It felt like the waves were big. It felt like we were going fast.
Come the grey of morning, we were exhausted and the sea was a confused mess, as if it was throwing a temper tantrum at the injustice of the early start to a new day.Continue reading