I had begun to think that dreams are meant to be no more than dreams and that in reality dreams don't come true. Then my brother (Zac) left on his tr….

The things that happen on the sea take you beyond yourself, beyond human capability..

Fewer people have successfully solo-circumnavigated the globe than have journeyed into space..

The open ocean often takes you past your physical limits and when it does, sailing becomes a mental game..

I am twelve thousand miles wiser, twelve thousand miles more resilient, and I have twelve thousand miles more faith in God..

When a sailor overcomes crushing adversity, there's a massive sense of accomplishment..

There are a number of places on marine charts where even the most weathered sailors point and say, "Right there, nothing can go wrong. Everything has….

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 migh….

I was so thankful that my parents trusted me enough and had enough faith in my abilities to let me follow my passion and try to do something great, e….

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….

Being at sea is like watching the whole world in high-definition..

When I saw the plane, I was absolutely astonished! Two emotions crashed over me: surging joy and crazy fear..

I'm one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face….

All the ingenuity, all the high-tech gear, all the jury-rigging sometimes the sea would rip it all away until there was only you, the Creator, and Hi….

In that moment it dawned on me that everything has to line up perfectly for something to turn out this awful..

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 ….

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

The swells were amazing! As big as three-story apartment buildings!.

Terror ripped through me as I was falling, falling, falling toward the sea..

Going up the mast is one of the most dangerous things you can do as a solo sailor..

One day that same year, I told my dad that someday, I would sail around the world alone..