And worse, they kept rearing up from different directions. While weather like this was common in the cranky North Atlantic, these giant waves were unlike anything he'd encountered in his thirty years of experience. More than a thousand wrecked ships lay on the seafloor below.Ĭaptain Keith Avery steered his vessel directly into the onslaught, just as he'd been doing for the past five days. What chance did they have, the forty-seven scientists and crew aboard this research cruise gone horribly wrong? A series of storms had trapped them in the black void east of Rockall, a volcanic island nicknamed Waveland for the nastiness of its surrounding waters. As the RRS Discovery plunged down into the wave's deep trough, it heeled twenty- eight degrees to port, rolled thirty degrees back to starboard, then recovered to face the incoming seas. Among the ocean's terrors a wave this size was the most feared and the least understood, more myth than reality-or so people had thought. The clock read midnight when the hundred-foot wave hit the ship, rising from the North Atlantic out of the darkness.
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