T
he noise was so ferocious,” Malcolm said, “and the lightning was
so incessant, you could only see the negative image, only black and
white.” § Across the table, Fred shook his head at the memory. “I just kept ask-
ing, ‘Why does it take so long to die?’” § “We were right there when that thing
was made,” said Malcolm, pounding his fist on the table. “It was an imperfect
no-account storm that formed perfectly, tightly around us.”
Surviving
the Imperfect
Storm
NEARLY 40 YEARS AFTER THE KETCH BOWDITCH SANK IN A
HURRICANE EN ROUTE TO THE BAHAMAS FROM BERMUDA, THE
TRUE TALE OF THE SURVIVAL OF HER FOUR-MAN CREW REMAINS
FAR STRANGER THAN FICTION.
by Beverly Schuch
JIM MITCHELL