I thought I was dehydrated – the truth was far worse

That moment, battered by the elements and yet more alive than ever, captured everything The Mothership was about (Picture: Felicity Ashely)The sky was a deep, angry grey as rain hammered down. We were somewhere mid-Atlantic, thousands of miles from land. My knuckles were white on the oars as I rowed, clinging to the last shred of control as the storm raged around our small boat. In front of me, I heard my crewmate Jo say something but her words were swept away by the wind. The storm a