The crew of the sailboat Zulu was itching to get to sea. After three weeks waiting for a lull in the weather, they found themselves docked six hundred nautical miles south of Nantucket in Hampton, Virginia—but not a mile closer to their final destination in the British Virgin Islands. The wind was gusting from the north, standing up waves in the Gulf Stream that made a late fall crossing anything but smooth sailing. And so they waited. Every square inch of their fifty-four-foot Alden sailboat had been checked and rechecked. Apart from a finicky generator, the Zulu was the definition of shipshape when it finally left port on Wednesday, November 6th. A day later, all this would change. n-magazine/wine-food/adrift/
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