I would sense the huge black presence of a wave at my ear just as it would break on us... A big one hit us hard and the boat spun round and round. We spun out of control, end for end. The 21-year old aluminum tiller bracket had cracked in tow on the starboard side... The motor was screaming and the boat careening up and down at full speed. I was exhilarated, manic, laughing wildly into the wind and spray... pounding adrenaline through everybody's veins at the highest speeds possible... Jaws dropped, eyes bugged out, WHAT'S THAT? It is the WALL OF DEATH!... There is a confluence of ocean swells and winds. The waves often become very steep and ferocious... The big ones were breaking directly on top. Then the biggest one broke... One hand on the tiller and the other tightly grasping the jack line... Wide eyed looks of fear.