We had been at sea for five days, battered incessantly by 40ft waves, when The Orion’s engines cut out and we were left at the mercy of the most dangerous ocean in the world. Our stabilisers, and every technical advantage over the schooners of old, were useless as we listed in latitudes where killer whales hunt.
I had clung to the rail in my cabin when the bow of The Orion plunged down into watery valleys between monster waves, lifting the stern so high out of the sea that the propeller spun in free air.
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