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"Growing up aboard boats almost guaranteed that both Michael and I would be adventurous. We grew up with the warm son on our sin, the whispering ebb and flow of the tide, the coarse ropes and the heavy canvas, the smell of caulking tar and paint, the feel of our bare feet in the scuppers and the ratlines between our toes." |
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"The crowds attention seemed to intensify in the already electrically charged atmosphere. The spine-tingling blast from a triton shell horn suddenly filled the night. The god in his glittering mikoshi drew near. Sweating, golden-robed men struggled down the last of the steep steps, muscles straining to keep the shrine from tumbling out of control." |
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After several years spent cruising the South Pacific islands, Tere Batham and her husband settled in Japan. Two and a half years later, they set out once again, embarking on a fourteen-month, 10,000 -mile voyage back to their home in New Zealand. |
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"Two big rollers swept under us and broke against the rocks. Gunning the engine, the boat rode in on their tail. Michael spun the helm hard over, SEA QUEST leaned like a racer and seemed to struggle to make the turn into the narrow entrance before the next breaker grabbed her stern…." |
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"Just 24 hours before our scheduled departure Miki finally showed up to stow her gear aboard. It seemed an inauspicious beginning! But there was still time. Before leaving Japan for good we would be cruising Japanese coastal waters to Okinawa. When reality finally hit home, we were certain Miki would change her mind. But could she?" |
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