I have always loved a good storm. In Canada I would often sit by the window draped in woolen throws and a steaming mug of tea or hot coco contemplating the torrid violent affair of the elements.

Nothing had prepared me for the epic storms I would come to witness on the Ocean, however. There is a magnitude more awesome and experience so daunting that as you stare out to the sea you're swept up by the old romantic notions of the 19th century and sometimes feel the harrowing futility and insignificance of your existance. It's wonderfully macabre.