"There were so many strangers aboard….Our first intimations of what was to come occurred when Michael decided to take a quick swim to check the anchor……"
"The atoll is just five miles long with less than a tenth of a square mile of land. ….We knew we might just sail past. What a forlorn speck Eauripik seemed, like drifting flotsam…"
"...young men worked under the watchful eye of a master builder, in a sea of fragrant wood chips, fashioning a new canoe from the trunk of a breadfruit tree using sharp-bladed adzes. "
"Frigate birds wheeled in the up-drafts. Boobies sat brooding upon the silent wrecks. It is likely most of the ships plowed into Minto Reef at night, when visibility was poor. There would be no warning for a blind ship approaching."
"The wind funneled directly towards us down the 17-mile lagoon. ...surf began to form. Michael and I watered horrified as the wind speed needle crept past 40 knots and then off the scale!….I shone the beam towards a curious discoloration in the dark water.