“I got lonely and down about things sometimes. I’d be all wet, stinking, it was hard to see my goal. I got close to the idea of dying. I felt unheroic, scared, blubbered and cried. I wished I wasn’t there. The trip was a humbling experience. I was just a speck, but then, it’s best to be a speck in a storm. I realized fatigue is the sailor’s worst enemy.”