The voyage -- organized to raise money for a Motor Neurone Disease charity -- also put the crew in considerable danger. They had to constantly bail out the 7. They even found themselves in a reef bed in the dead of night: "We were about two minutes from certain death at one point," said McIntyre.
We were only meters away, trying to crawl in the dark off this reef. Bligh went through exactly the same thing. So, there are a lot of parallels there. Bligh was very lucky and so were we," said McIntyre.
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It was just so simple and basic and just a hell of a lot of fun as well as a tremendous and epic challenge," he said. An adventurer at heart, Captain McIntyre is one of Australia's most experienced sailors, whose pervious exploits have included circumnavigating the globe and living in a hut in Antarctica for a year. As well as aiming to be the first woman to achieve this feat, she hoped to raise money for Ted Noff's Life Education Program.
Over the next days Kay experienced the incredible beauty, discomfort and terror of solo sailing in the Southern Ocean. Her yacht was knocked down several times, including once off the southern coast of Africa in knot winds and metre seas. Washed overboard, she was saved by two safety lines.
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She had sailed 22, nautical miles at an average speed of nautical miles per day the fastest by a woman and set seven world records. Rob's most successful title is Fatal Storm , the story of the tragic Sydney-Hobart yachts. His maritime history title Bligh: Master Mariner , about the captain's legendary open-boat voyage from Tonga to Timor is the story that's closest to his heart.
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Without warning a wave broke. Because she was already beneath the sea, Chidiock could not really capsize, but she rolled ponderously onto her side and I was washed away. My legs were useless. They trailed like vestigial appendages on whatever form of life I was evolving into, as I fought to swim back to the yawl using only my arms. If anything, in the 13 days since the pitchpole, I had come to have unlimited confidence in her.
The sea could strip everything movable from her, toss her around like a toy, fill her with water; and she would patiently survive. My legs persisted in their refusal to function, so I could not stand on the centreboard, but the weight of my upper body was enough to right the yawl. We had drifted closer to the island, but we also seemed to have drifted along. Perhaps all my struggling had been unnecessary.
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Perhaps if I had simply let us drift, we would have been saved by blind chance, for it was now obvious that we were being carried along the coast faster than we were being carried in. I could not yet be certain that we were moving fast enough, so I remained at the tiller, more or less holding the bow in the right direction. My eyes closed and my head fell forward. Reflex snapped it back, which ignited the flames along my spine.
Each spasm had been worse than the one before, and this was a summation. I wondered if it would ever end.
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Could so much pain come from a muscle spasm? Whatever the cause, the pain served to keep me awake until we were carried safely past the island, and I was able to collapse into the relative dryness of the dinghy alongside, and rest. Dawn was delayed by a squall. When it passed I saw that six or seven miles directly ahead of us lay two more islands: one, a small, sheer peak jutting from the sea; the other with three 2,ft peaks, about which the squall line lingered.
I pushed myself up and ate a breakfast of half a dozen crackers, raspberry jam, a can of pears, and a handful of peanuts, washed down with unlimited water. At the first sight of land, rationing ended. The need for energy far outweighed the possibility that I might not be able to get ashore and have to drift on. I even drank two precious bottles of Coca-Cola. I had predicted landfall in the New Hebrides at two weeks from the pitchpole, and here we were, two weeks later to the day, but I still had to reach shore alive. The size of the waves worried me, as did the nature of the shore. Of a few things I was certain: beyond the island ahead of me lay only the open ocean for 1, miles to Australia; landing would be safer on the leeward side of the island; I must be on land before night; I dreaded the physical pain of returning to Chidiock , but I did so anyway.
The first moment of re-immersion was almost unbearable, but then my feet and legs went numb and I forgot them.
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As I tried to sail Chidiock , the sun broke through the clouds and turned the small island bright green. For another hour the larger island remained shrouded, but then the sky cleared and it too turned emerald. And I saw a house.
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I could not take my eyes from it, the first outpost of man, which during the days adrift I had thought I might never see again. A while later, a column of smoke rose from farther up the mountain side. Once again, no matter how I tried to sail, Chidiock was carried sideways by the current. In the night the current had saved us, now we were being carried away from land. When there were only three hours of daylight remaining, I knew that I could not get Chidiock ashore before dark, if ever. Sadly I returned to the inflatable, cast off, and began to row. I was still too far off to determine anything of the shore, except that midway along the island mist filled the air as though from heavy surf.
There was no question of rowing around to the leeward side. I had neither the time nor the strength, though I was buoyed by the certainty that an end would come before sunset.