Three Beaufort is pure fun. Four Beaufort is joy. Five Beaufort is joy mixed with trepidation. Six Beaufort is trepidation mixed with joy. Seven Beaufort is trepidation. Eight Beaufort is anxiety. Nine Beaufort is "Where is my mommy?" The Beaufort classification, according to the perceived wind of sailors, is timelessly valid. It describes what goes on inside us when it blows, especially when the wind blows more than one would like. It highlights the fragility of one's own little companion in a very special way, while also acknowledging the beauty of the unleashed elements amidst which we navigate on our delicate vehicle. "Storm" tells of how vacation sailing, which was once cheerful, can suddenly turn into a danger to life and limb. It illustrates how an Atlantic crossing can unexpectedly lead to capsizing in the icy waters of the North Atlantic.