National Geographic : 1989 Jan
Within hours the Drake Pas sage puts Bob's words to the test (right). As Fred steers under reefed sail, a powerful north wester that Bob had predicted slams into us, sending translu cent, bottle green seas thundering over the rail into our self bailing cockpits. Shortly before dawn the next day I am standing watch in the aft cockpit. As Sea Tomato drives headlong down smoking, gunmetal seas, a rogue wave lifts her and kicks her upside down, sending me somersaulting out of the cockpit into the wild, frigid froth surrounding us. Still secured to the boat by my life line, I thrash desperately toward her. Suddenly a hand grips my shoulder, and Fred hauls me back aboard. "What are you doing," he roars, "taking a bath? And it's not even Saturday!" The first of many crises has been met and conquered.