STORMS are brutal, storms toss boats around as if they are made of foam.
The noise is horrendous. Vortexing winds clutch you in a vicious fist, backing and clocking in a gut-wrenching horrifying lurch from one direction to another.
The cruel gusts pin you down then pick you up and hurl you forward, the great barrelling wall of wind smacks the boat, the walls of water crash into the hull, leaving you wondering how it has not smashed it into a thousand pieces.
Nature puts on a performance of ear-splitting music, the beating halyards and howling winds clashing together, reaching a cliff-hanger crescendo. It is black, the rigging screeches a death howl. Things break, the boat is out of control, there is water inside, there is mess, you are sick.…