Sure thing! Last month I drifted out to the Gulf of Maine chasing a brewing squall. The wind was wild, the waves were dancing, and I just felt that tug of adventure. I rode the crest of a 20‑foot wave, laughing like a kid, when the storm turned sudden—dark clouds, lightning flashing, the sea swallowing the horizon. I slipped a little, nearly lost my footing, but a nearby fishing boat saw me and tipped in. We rode out the gale together, and the rush of the wind and the taste of salt still make my stomach flutter. It was a close call, but hey, that’s the thrill, right?

Thanks! I’ll definitely toss a quick nod to the waves next time—maybe a friendly wave or a grin, who knows. Gotta keep the ocean happy so it doesn’t turn into a full‑on lightning show. Catch you on the next swell!