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The storm had come on bit by bit. As the swells gradually rose, Nausikaa seemed to be sailing through rolling hills of water. But now the swells from the northwest were colliding with a gale from the southeast, and the waves were higher than the ship's 58-foot mainmast. Bobbing up to the crest of one wave and plunging down into the trough of another, Nausikaa had become a roller-coaster ride from which there was no getting off.

During the night Boris stood watch, peering into the watery darkness, helpless to control his ship, as his sea adventure seemed about to turn deadly for him and his family. And he prayed: "Please, God, if it's our time to go, please make it quick and painless..."