My Wife And I -shipwrecked On A Desert Island -...

The immediate aftermath of a shipwreck is not marked by heroic resolve; it is marked by blinding panic. The sun was brutal, beating down on our waterlogged bodies. We had no working phones, no emergency beacon, and no guarantee that anyone knew where we had gone down.

I thought she was insane. We were on an island with no tools, no nails, no rope. How could we build a raft? My Wife and I -Shipwrecked on a Desert Island -...

How roles are redefined. Do you stick to traditional roles, or do you discover latent strengths? The Bond of Competence: The immediate aftermath of a shipwreck is not

That was the first time we laughed. It was a hollow, hysterical laugh, half-sob. But it was a crack in the wall. I thought she was insane

This was the "manic phase." We built a shelter that was more theoretical than practical—a lean-to of palm fronds that collapsed in the first breeze. We tried to drink coconut milk until our stomachs revolted. We spent hours staring at the horizon, convinced the Coast Guard was just minutes away.