With families chatting in the seats around me, a young girl knitting across the aisle, I gripped the arm rests.
I’m not a good sailor, so as I stared out at a flat calm sea, I went through a version of the same ritual I do when I’m on a plane: I figured that if I never took my eyes off what was beneath me and ahead of me, that would make it safe.
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