THE LIGHTNING strikes were coming in so fast that I couldn’t count them. The maelstrom had enveloped the entire tournament fleet, almost 400 boats, about 60 miles off Ocean City, Maryland. In between cacophonous cracks of thunder and purple light illuminating an otherwise black sky, there was a crackling voice over the VHF radio. A boat was disabled after one of those eye-popping lightning strikes. ¶ The sport-fish’s captain said his vessel had sustained a direct hit. All souls on board were OK, but the boat was out of commission. The electronics appeared to be fried, and her engines were useless. She was drifting with the wind and the current. ¶ Luckily, the crew had a piece of modern-day technology on board: a handheld VHF radio. That radio had just…
