This is the story of two men who followed their dream of crossing an ocean and discovered the adventure of a lifetime. Former army officer, mountaineer and film stuntsman Mike Noel-Smith couldn't resist when his friend Rob Abernethy called him up one day and suggested the ultimate challenge becoming the first Britons to row the Indian Ocean. The pair took advice from expert seamen, studied weather charts, trained for months, and planned the trip down to the last detail. But like many before them, they discovered that the sea is a dangerous and ungovernable mistress, capable of turning from calm to lethal rage. This is a pacey, often funny, and ultimately touching tale of courage, fear, love and bloody mindedness in the face of the unconquerable power of the ocean. Adventurous readers will wish they'd been able to join Mike and Rob on their unforgettable trip, sharing every twist and turn, triumph and disaster. The rest will be glad they stayed at home and enjoyed the book!

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.MIRANDA.If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow'd andThe fraughting souls within her.PROSPERO.Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heartThere's no harm done.MIRANDA.O, woe the day!PROSPERO.No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more betterThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.MIRANDA.More to knowDid never meddle with my th

An analysis of the ways in which Shakespeare's imagery functions to reveal literary and personal motives.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.MIRANDA.If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow'd andThe fraughting souls within her.PROSPERO.Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heartThere's no harm done.MIRANDA.O, woe the day!PROSPERO.No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more betterThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.MIRANDA.More to knowDid never meddle with my th