I wanted to break the record, of course, and become the youngest person to sail around the world solo and unassisted.
I am twelve thousand miles wiser, twelve thousand miles more resilient, and I have twelve thousand miles more faith in God.
On October 19, 2009, my sixteenth birthday, Wild Eyes officially became mine! Now it was really happening.
When a sailor overcomes crushing adversity, there’s a massive sense of accomplishment.
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.
The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.
In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful.
It seems like people my age are over-protected today, even to the point where a lot of parents refuse to put their kids in the position to make important decisions, to aspire to great things, because they don’t want to put them in a position to fail.
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.
When I saw the plane, I was absolutely astonished! Two emotions crashed over me: surging joy and crazy fear.
Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.
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.