The weather turned nasty on day four. And it was due to stay that way for another four days according to the coast guard at Bermuda. Apparently there was a storm moving into the Atlantic from the States and this storm was the tail end of a storm going up to Greenland.
Maggie suddenly panicked about the size of the Atlantic. It wasn't the Mediterranean where they sailed frequently. Suddenly they were a very small boat in a very big ocean. They took shorter shifts because the work was harder in the storm. Johnny judged the swells to be about 15ft. They crashed onto the yacht with no effort required it seemed. All precautions were taken, there was nothing to do but sail through it.
Johnny came down into the galley and Maggie started putting her waterproofs back on. Ten minutes into her shift she shouted at the storm "This is not what I signed up for." The storm just raged on. A swell from the side came over and knocked Maggie's feet from under her. She skidded into the side of the yacht. She struggled back up and tried to crawl to the wheel. A second even bigger wave came from the starboard side and slammed into the galley door pushing it open.
Maggie got to the wheel and hung on for dear life thinking this is no tail end of a storm. She didn't hear the engine die. But she saw the light go on. She crawled to the galley entrance. "Johnny!" She screamed the galley was busy flooding and if there was no engine there was no way they could pump this all out. She gripped onto anything that wasn't moving as she made her way further through the galley. "Johnny!" She shouted again.
A faint answer reached her ears "Back here."
"Where?" Screamed Maggie almost giving in to panic. Another big wave hit them and she crashed into a bunk head and cut her head open.
"Engine" Johnny shouted.
"Maggie? Engine." He shouted again.
"Maggie?"