From there, he sailed to Dakar, already delayed about five months due to his Good Samaritan deeds. At Dakar, he found his friend Poett again, seriously ill. Had not his friend Poett become worried, Petersen may not even have come to the attention of the Cruising Club awards committee. But that was Al Petersen, a gentleman by heart and by instinct. Your readers are too experienced not to fully realize that what has gone into the handling of his small boat is real first-class seamanship.
Good sailors are usually fine men.
When located by CCA, Petersen was now married to Marjorie, a New York secretary, a former dinghy sailor who had won many trophies, and one of the few women at that time to have earned the rating of Navigator of the U.S. Power Squadron. Although experienced in small boats, Marjorie had never been out of sight of land. Because she had never done so. During this voyage, Marjorie discovered that she was incurably susceptible to mal de mer, but did not let it conquer her. Back in New York, they worked ashore again.