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                                          A Battle

Yesterday…

I battled a monster at sea…

the wind roared…

the rain poured…

the waves pounded my little She…

The morning started different…

mellow…

the day ended the same…

mellow…yet…the day was opposing…

My battle ended as the night came…

tired, I ate and prepared to sleep…

upon my rest today…

sailing under a light wind as I dreamed…

I realize the battle of yesterday…

was a battle with me.

        Greg Frucci…June 13, 2011…somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean

The day before I wrote this, I woke up to a light rain with light winds.  I do not have the ability to obtain weather information on the Cuddy…I could not afford the expense.  I relied on information gathered from speaking with a base team in Wilmington, NC, but this particular morning, I could not get into contact with my base team due to the thick cloud cover.  I unknowingly was heading into a Gale Stormwith 30 to 40 knot winds with gusts even higher.  I pressed on for the next 5 hours with the seas building to 20 feet.  I cannot describe what I experienced in words that others can understand who have not been through this.  I have been challenged before…facing fears…but this topped the list.  Finally, after trying to push through the storm, I turned the Cuddy around and “ran with the storm”…which turned out to be the wise thing to do.  At the apex of the battle with the sea, I looked up and saw a Coast Guard C-130 flying towards my position.  The called me on my VHF radio and stayed with me for the next 30 minutes, asking me if I was in distress…if I had engine power…did i need assistance.  Even though I wanted this horror to end, I told them I was OK and was able to press on.  They advised me on coordinates to move towards, which I did.  Seeing that C-130 was like seeing an angel…it was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen.

That day turned out to be a 15 hour day for me behind the helm…I could not leave it even for a second without a disaster happening.  I ended up backtracking so many miles, I lost an entire day of progress.  Once I retreated to a safe position and the storm had passed…I was able to turn the Cuddy around and begin heading back to my destination…Bermuda.

The next day, the sea was calm again…amazing…the same sea as the day before…yet so vastly different.

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