The storm arrives. Chili on the stovetop threatens to spill everywhere. I get thrown off my feet into the wall trying to shut a hatch and hurt my ankle pretty bad. It swells with a bruise. Rory and everyone but Mara wolf down the Chili. I clean up and then look outside. I admit it, I did begin to tear up a bit. The look of the sea and sky was terrifying. The ocean over the night and through the next morning kicks up over 35 knots winds, over 20 ft swells! This moves us faster than 10 knots with just the stay sail out. Drenching waves. Waves that come over the back and into the center cockpit! Gusts. Chop. Wrinkles on the surface of the water from the whip in the air! Grey foggy skies for as far as you can see. Storm after storm. Waves that come as high as the Bimini on the sides before slipping under us. Breakers everywhere. Terrifying. Nick stays very calm. Selkie handles it very well with him at the helm. Apparently we ended up directly in the zone we had been trying to avoid! An email from the ARC stated all zones will be fine except HH. Where are we? Directly in the middle of HH! “We’re in the shit now boys!” Sail on!