Running south with a stiff breeze off the starboard, ran into sever gales one packed next to the other. Lost the masthead bringing down the rigging, and in fear of losing the main and the mizzen masts. Was able to jury rig in 50 mph winds and continue on with staysail and mizzen. The things we can do when required.
Finding refuge in Bahia Tortuga sat out the storms marching south, only to be caught in another, alas, sh_t happens. The payoff is the spectacular sights:

