After a while, it seems to calm down. Unfortunately for us, we would have done better to wait a bit: a huge wave propels everything in the boat. Marie is thrown against a wall and hurts her foot, the table in the saloon breaks, the dishes don't talk about it, and I cling to the mast for fear of crossing the whole boat. I feel like I'm in a washing machine, I don't know how long I'm underwater, but I'd say an eternity. When everything stops, as quickly as the wave arrived, we realize that we have turned. The maneuver is rough, it is very difficult to turn around to return to the cape. We help ourselves a bit with the engine and we finally get there. I go to bed, all shaking with fear and exhaustion, my stomach empty for far too long. Going to bed, I tell myself that even a construction site is better organized than the interior of the Lab.