The boat rises and falls and I’m waving the woman into the water but she doesn’t jump. She just leans over, looks toward me, and lets go of the rail. Falling into the ocean with her baby, a breaking wave washes them just out of reach and takes them under. “They’re wearing life jackets, they’ll resurface,” I think. Later I would learn that at that very moment, pilot Dave Gunderson was asking his co-pilot, “How is he going to keep that baby alive in the water like that?” If he knew I was worried about the same thing, he never would have sent me out the door – 400 miles from anywhere – into the storm-torn Atlantic.