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The winds were blowing from west to east, pushing Abby’s boat toward the rocks as Abby struggled with the autopilots below.

Abby Sunderland

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
But none of that kept me from picturing what a tsunami might look like if it did rise up and roar toward my little boat like some watery blue version of the Great Wall of China.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Blue Boat Little Look Version Wall Watery
The swells were amazing! As big as three-story apartment buildings!
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Building Stories Three
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
In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Awful Dawned Lines Moment Perfectly Something
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
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
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
Being at sea is like watching the whole world in high-definition.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Definition Sea World
One day that same year, I told my dad that someday, I would sail around the world alone.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Alone Around Dad Day One Year
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
The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time, like my insides were an open can of shaken soda and I was trying to keep it from bubbling up out of the top.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Harder Panic Seriousness Soda Time Trying
Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Dangerous Most Sailor Solo
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’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

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