Deep into the dark night on a violent and bouncing sea, I startled from my berth to the wild call of Topher shouting “All hands on Deck! All hands on Deck!” I scrambled to the deck as fast I could while throwing on my life vest wearing only my short white night shirt an a hair elastic to keep the wildly blowing wind from whipping my face. Our dinghy, our trusted...
Time to Cruise Crossing into the darkness, leaving the bright neon lights and glow of Miami behind, we motored into a clear calm sea and across the Gulf Stream for the first time. Tanner and I took the 1st watch, late into the night. The most exciting thing that happened was a call from the Norwegian Dawn on the VHF. We had been watching this behemoth glide across...