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 AHURRICANE EN ROUTE TO THE BAHAMAS FROM BERMUDA, THETRUE TALE OF THE SURVIVAL OF HER FOUR-MAN CREW REMAINSFAR STRANGER THAN FICTION.by Beverly SchuchJIM MITCHELL