She’s safely aboard a French fishing vessel. Aptly named “Il De La Reunion”. After reading about her and her voyage, I think it was a foolhardy venture – parents are supposed to suppress their kids’ dumbest ideas, not facilitate them – but all’s well that ends well, yadayadyada.
UPDATE: My favorite cousin writes : “I’m glad the kid’s ok, but I wish they had found her making her way slowly under a jury rigged sail. I guess I’m just old fashioned.”
I read that she lost her keel as well as her mast, but I’m not sure that’s accurate – keel boats tend to capsize without their lead (see, eg., Drum and its Fastnet experience). If Abby lost her keel then, fair dinkum, a jury rig wouldn’t do much good. But otherwise, yeah, get out those bolt cutters girl, ditch the mast and get something up using a spinnaker pole or something.
But if you look to the right side of this blog you’ll find an article I wrote about losing our rudder 200 miles offshore – we had some brilliant people (no, not me, obviously – I was rail meat) on board and still couldn’t get a fin-keeled Swan to go to weather and eventually called for a tow. So I’d give a sixteen-year-old a break.