A fighting chance for survival on the open sea: in June, 1966, British paratroopers Ridgway and Blyth left Cape Cod in a dory, the rowboat used by whalers, and rowed to Ireland. It took ninety-two days--in which they learned to cope with the sometimes curious details of daily life; in which they encountered Hurricane Alma, sharks, whales, gales and some hallucinations; in which solitude (and inter-dependency) emerged as a deepening philosophical experience. The two alternate as narrators: they obviously set it down while it was fresh, and it comes across that way--an engrossing extension of experience, with a reinforcing appendix of supplies, temperature and other vital statistics