I'm one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
But none of that kept me from picturing what a tsunami might look like if it did rise up and roar toward my little… — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time,… — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
When I saw the plane, I was absolutely astonished! Two emotions crashed over me: surging joy and crazy fear. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
I knew that even if I was able to call for help, I was in a place so remote that it wasn't likely there… — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
If a big wave came at the wrong moment, it would sweep me off into forty-eight-degree water, where I might last twenty minutes. Drowning… — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
One day that same year, I told my dad that someday, I would sail around the world alone. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
When a sailor overcomes crushing adversity, there's a massive sense of accomplishment. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
I wanted to break the record, of course, and become the youngest person to sail around the world solo and unassisted. — Abby Sunderland Copy Share Image
