The fierce tide battered the sides of the boat, making my companion and me stumble and cling to anything inside to avoid falling into the icy Antarctic sea.
“I think we’re in the Drake Passage!”
I heard Lisa shout “We have to hold on and see if we can get out of this current”.
The whole situation was bizarre. How were we still alive navigating such treacherous currents? The air was freezing, but i...