An Excerpt from "Sailing to Jessica"
Chapter 4: Surviving Cape Fear
I gasped as icy sea water, whipped off a frothy wave by 40-knot winds, blasted me in the cockpit. I jammed one of my wet hands into my jacket pocket and unexpectedly felt the St. Christopher’s pendant. I clenched it briefly, hoping for divine intervention or at least some sort of rescue plan.
The boat pitched as another 10-foot wave barreled out of the impenetrable darkness that enfolded us and smacked Rosie. I fell against the cockpit bench and reflexively sat down, grabbing the nearest hand rail...
The boat pitched as another 10-foot wave barreled out of the impenetrable darkness that enfolded us and smacked Rosie. I fell against the cockpit bench and reflexively sat down, grabbing the nearest hand rail...
Our actual voyage was far from what we had intended.
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That could have been us! Thank you, Bruce!
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