The cumulonimbus clouds, crackling with energy, grow enormous, and darken the sky. Without warning, they change course in synch with Sonsie. They threaten us.

As much as the motion of the boat allows, we stay away from the metal bits, and Jim swiftly unplugs what electronics he can. We study the radar, using its vector target tracking tools to determine - which way is this storm heading??

When I dreamt of sailing around the world I never envisioned being chased by a thunderstorm with ominous intent!

My spidey sense kicks in, we’re in peril, I shout at Jim to turn 180, again!!!