By Kea Krause

Kea Krause is a writer based in New York. Her work has appeared in VICE, Broadly, and The Rumpus and is forthcoming in The Believer.

  1. Giving up or going forward would require all hands. And there was one additional problem: among his crew was an incapable infant me. So my father did what any good crew member would: He put me in my car seat, tied the car seat to the mast below deck, with a bungee cord as my baby sitter, and finished the race. My attachment to boats, wild and innate, grew from that day forward.

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