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I’m one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.

Abby Sunderland

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

Fall Ripped Sea Terror
The winds were blowing from west to east, pushing Abby’s boat toward the rocks as Abby struggled with the autopilots below.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Eye Piece Pushing Running Struggled Wind
The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

heavy Inescapable Physic Sea
The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Game Mental Ocean Past Physical
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.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Able Helping Place Remote
When a sailor overcomes crushing adversity, there’s a massive sense of accomplishment.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Accomplishment Adversity Crush Overcome Sailor
On June 10, the worst storm in the series swept across the middle of the Indian Ocean and Wild Eyes was directly in its path.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Eye June Ocean Strom Swept
Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Dangerous Most Sailor Solo
There are a number of places on marine charts where even the most weathered sailors point and say, “Right there, nothing can go wrong. Everything has to go right.”
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Marine Number Ocean Plate Right Weathered
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.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Creator Gear Ingenuity Jury Rigging Rip Sea
I will never forget the feeling of walking into my home, a place that while drifting helpless in the middle of the Indian Ocean I wondered if I would ever see again.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Feeling Home Indian Ocean Walking
I’m one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Boat Broke Broken Cape Drifting Horn Ocean
If a big wave came at the wrong moment, it would sweep me off into forty-eight-degree water, where I might last twenty minutes. Drowning quickly might be better.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Drowning Eight Twenty Water
I was so thankful that my parents trusted me enough and had enough faith in my abilities to let me follow my passion and try to do something great, even if I might fail.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Abilities Follow Great Parent Passion Trying
If Wild Eyes reached those islands, she wouldn’t run aground, keel in the sand. She would be smashed into pieces.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Blowing Boat East Eye West Wild
Slowly, my brain let me in on the fact that I had just come this close to dying.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Brain Close Dying Fact Slowly

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