National Geographic : 1971 Jan
days she delighted in swinging from a perch to grab for the waves. But she was most con tented when, each night, she cud dled in my arms before going to sleep in her cage within the cabin. Here with Calamar we think our trials are over. Yet one last agony lies ahead-four days of treacherous wind with rain, end ing in a roaring storm. July 6: Dense black clouds catching up with us, heavy rain, double rainbow in front. July 7: Everything soaking wet, including our mattresses and sleeping bags. Restless sleep for all. Norman, in a nightmare and nude, rushes out of our cabin to shout that the sail is ripping to pieces. Yuri, in a dream, hits him self time after time. Carlo, also asleep, fights me for my blanket. July 9: Truly terrible wind, full gale strength... an inferno. Sail flapping so wildly that not even the whole crew could hold its corners. This is the end of our sailing if we lose the mainsail. I shout in half despair, "Nor man, what can we do?" His an swer cannot be heard in the chaos. Then I yell, "Sea anchor out!" It grabs and heads us into the waves. We secure the sail. We are saved again.