I read a lot about storms at sea. Waves the size of mountains crashing over ships; pounding the decks with water; washing away crew, passengers, equipment. Tearing the masts out of sailing ships. Storms of this violence provide a dramatic background for a novel almost unmatched by anything else. As a novelist, to convey the reality of a life or death struggle with the sea, I need to know what this feels like and I learn that from people who survived such experiences.
I have no desire to go through a violent storm at sea myself. I’ve been through a bad storm but it wasn’t life threatening. Besides, I was aboard the QE2, not the SS Minnow from Gilligan’s Island. Yet I study ocean storms so when I write about them it will be as realistic as if I was there at the moment. I’ve been re-reading Knockdown: the Harrowing True Account Of a Yacht Race Turned Deadly by Martin Dugard, a book about the disastrous Sydney to Hobart sailing race of 1998 when six people died and five boats sank. And they sank because the sea tore them to pieces.
The author describes the power of the wind in a way I never knew.
That is one hell of a multiplier effect. While I have read about countless storms and have all sorts of facts and figures about storms in my head, this one stands out. It’s one the reasons I am an armchair sailor.
[Source: Knockdown: the Harrowing True Account Of a Yacht Race Turned Deadly by Martin Dugard. Image courtesy of Rob Lightbody’s Website and news.com.au.]