The sea was calm, unnaturally so. A roll cloud appeared in the distance—grey, sharp, and without end. We were between Cape Cod and Maine, almost at the end of a journey that had started many months ago far south in the southern Caribbean, in Aruba, just offshore from Venezuela. I dashed out to get this photo before scrambling to get the sails down. When you choose a life at sea, you have to accept situations like this. Once you’re out there, there is no turning back. All you can do is prepare for what is to come.
