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How do I go on while being stuck on a broken boat, in isolation and constant gale?

With no end to strong North-East winds, Meg and I feel like we will never get out of Bahamas.

Loneliness and isolation are getting harder and harder to bare.

A hurricane came from nowhere. Cold fronts don’t let us out.

Ragged islands was our attempt to move South-East.

Out in the open water, stuck in the cockpit, my scary thoughts of going mad are knocking back.

Meg coming down with a brain illness brings us that much closer to the edge.

The cost of our tropical exile.

First land after Panama.