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Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.

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Abby Sunderland
Age: 31
Born: 1993
Born: October 19
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The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game.
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I will never forget the feeling of walking into my home, a place that while drifting helpless in the middle of the Indian Ocean I wondered if I would ever see again.
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The terrifying physics of going up-mast in heavy seas are inescapable.
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In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful.
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I knew that even if I was able to call for help, I was in a place so remote that it wasn't likely there would be anyone who could help me. And even if there were, it could take weeks.
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When a sailor overcomes crushing adversity, there's a massive sense of accomplishment.
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On October 19, 2009, my sixteenth birthday, Wild Eyes officially became mine! Now it was really happening.
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The swells were amazing! As big as three-story apartment buildings!
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But none of that kept me from picturing what a tsunami might look like if it did rise up and roar toward my little boat like some watery blue version of the Great Wall of China.
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If a big wave came at the wrong moment, it would sweep me off into forty-eight-degree water, where I might last twenty minutes. Drowning quickly might be better.
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The seriousness of my situation started to sink in, and again I fought panic. I pushed it down, but it was harder this time, like my insides were an open can of shaken soda and I was trying to keep it from bubbling up out of the top.
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Slowly, my brain let me in on the fact that I had just come this close to dying.
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Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea.
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