My most miserable Christmas
It just turned
Christmas Eve 1998. I'm at the helm of New World at midnight, and I'm wondering if we'll make it to Sri Lanka by Christmas Day. We will -- if the wind stays the same, both in direction and intensity.
If you've cruised, then you know that you think a lot when you're on watch by yourself. Tonight, I thought about a Christmas many years ago. A young person, whom I shall call Sandy, stayed with us overnight. She was finishing school in the area after her parents had moved away..............
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