In the middle of the night, in the vast, open expanse of the Atlantic Ocean, far from land and safety, lone sailor Steve Callahan navigates a ferocious gale. Giant, rolling swells tilt his vessel up and down in the darkness. Suddenly, a violent collision tears open the hull, and torrents of water cascade into the cabin. Subsequently, the boat, now irreparably damaged, starts to sink into the gloom.
In 1981 Callahan, an avid sailor originally from Unionville, Pennsylvania, set sail for England. Departing from Newport, Rhode Island, his vessel was a 21-feet-long sloop of his own design and construction. It was called the Napoleon Solo, and its first stop was Bermuda before heading east.
Indeed, the outward crossing was a success. However, on the return leg, Callahan’s luck changed drastically when his homemade vessel was destroyed in a gale. And it was the start of a life-changing ordeal that left Callahan with a profound respect for the wilderness, its splendor and horrors.