When its the middle of the night , and the wind is screaming through the rigging at 45 knots, and the boat is heeled 30 degrees, and the seas are running high against you, and water is breaking on deck, and you are all alone... and there is white water and black death on the lee shore... and everything is confusion, and noise, and icy fear that approaches absolute terror... and you feel that the possibility of death is no longer remote, but very real...., and very near....
Then, you had best to know what you are doing,
Hope, will not take you off that boat.
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