Unrealistic throughout except for maybe the first ten minutes. No suspension of disbelief. Quietest southern ocean ever. One squall? Quintessential totally unprepared amateur sailor, learns “celestial” for noon sights? From the soggy book? Chronometer on wrist supposedly. No water, food. EPIRB, anybody? Smoke flares. Shotgun? Hand-held VHF? I could go on, but why. A nice try but no cigar. All Was Lost on me... next time, Sundance, stay with the container. Those mothers never sink.