The Storm

May 2, 2017
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The reefed sails were fighting hard in the unrelenting wind. The warm Bahamian water splashing over the gunnels felt cold as ice on our fatigued bodies. The Eliza Sue’s running lights were out.  Everything was going wrong. Home seemed very far away.

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