An Excerpt from "Sailing to Jessica"
Chapter 12: Storms, Pirates and the Galapagos
Once again, we were On-the-nose-Cherokee-Rose as the winds worked against us. It was dusk, halfway into our passage, and my watch. I was grimly sitting in the cockpit, surrounded by a turbulent, gray ocean and an equally turbulent, gray sky. I was monitoring a ship that was quickly overtaking us and had been looking behind us so intently that I had failed to notice what was happening in front of us.
As Rosie crested a wave, I happened to glance forward. Nestled among the waves was an aluminum dinghy with four hefty men in it. The shock of finding a boat 50 yards away was immediately replaced by deep misgivings. We were in an area noted for pirates; these men were in an open-air – not seaworthy -- dinghy over 150 miles from shore; and they were motoring directly toward us...
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