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The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.

Abby Sunderland

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
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.
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Harder Panic Seriousness Soda Time Trying
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
In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful.
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Awful Dawned Lines Moment Perfectly Something
I will definitely attempt to sail around the world again. In fact, I can’t wait for the chance to try again.
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Again Change Trying Waiting World
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.”
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Marine Number Ocean Plate Right Weathered
Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor.
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Dangerous Most Sailor Solo
One day that same year, I told my dad that someday, I would sail around the world alone.
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Alone Around Dad Day One Year
I am twelve thousand miles wiser, twelve thousand miles more resilient, and I have twelve thousand miles more faith in God.
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Faith God Mile Resilient Twelve
Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea.
ABBY SUNDERLAND

Fall Ripped Sea Terror
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.
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Blue Boat Little Look Version Wall Watery
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.
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Boat Broke Broken Cape Drifting Horn Ocean
The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.
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heavy Inescapable Physic Sea
If Wild Eyes reached those islands, she wouldn’t run aground, keel in the sand. She would be smashed into pieces.
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Blowing Boat East Eye West Wild
The things that happen on the sea take you beyond yourself, beyond human capability.
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Capability Human Sea Solo Unassisted Youngest
One place is the turbulent passage south of Cape Horn. Another is the dead center of the Indian Ocean.
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One Passage Place Point Turbulent

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