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.

    5 comments