Always
Middle of February. It’s blowing NE 70+.
Wheel house got taken out by a rogue 60 footer.
Windows gone, Electronics gone, Mains offline, Gen-sets offline, 5 feet of water in the engine room.
You’re adrift in pitch black on a dead boat in a ripping gale and monster waves.
Reminds me of this, our last chance at true survival.
Keep faith, don’t give up.
The Sun will rise in the morning if you can only hold out through the darkness.