The yacht struggled up the face of a wave, cold grey-green water tumbling over the deck, stinging spray driving across the sails. To the east a fork of lightening zipped across the darkening sky, followed by a rumble of thunder; the heart of the storm edging nearer. The helmsman adjusted his footing and fought the tiller, getting ready to change tack. All the while he stared resolutely at the distant shore, which remained stubbornly out of reach. It would soon disappear as the night closed in. Then it would be just him and a compass against the sea and wind.
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