When we were becalmed — the sails were not filled with air and the Fri wasn’t moving much, we would swim around the boat. Jumping from the deck into the deep blue sea and swimming in the hot seawater was wonderful. It was fabulous water. Deep sea. Sometimes people had to hold me back. In April we were heading out of Saint Augustine going into Martinique when an incident nearly took my life. The Fri was becalmed and we were just sitting out there. We started swimming around and having fun. There was a rope dangling down and a bunch of us would hang from it. Stephen Gaskin had joined somewhere on that trip and he was in the water too. The waves started changing and it got a little rocky. Soon the waves were coming in too fast for us to move. It was as if we were being flooded. Stephen was ahead of me and I tried to grab a hold of his leg but missed. That was the scariest moment. Suddenly Andy Boatwright was climbing along the edge of the bow, close to the railing. Andy reached down and pulled us out. I told Andy, “I won’t forget that!”