Distant Third Person

Tim had been at the helm for almost four hours. The waves were cresting over 15 feet and their crashing on the bow exploded into a torrent of spray that left him temporarily blind. It felt like it was taking days to cross the Gulf Steam and they still had at least two more long days of sailing before they could anchor in the calm waters of Bermuda.

Close Third Person

Tim's hands had frozen around the wheel of the helm, his grip was so tight. His stomach churned with every heaving of the boat as it crested and crashed over the 15 foot high swells of the Gulf Stream. He'd been at the helm for four hours but it felt like days. He was aching and shivering from the water that drenched him every time a wave exploded across the bow and his eyes stung when the wind whipped spray back in his face. Just two more days, he thought. Just two more days.