Don Cavers didn’t realize how weak he was until a giant merchant ship pulled up within metres of his life-raft to rescue him.
For the previous 5½ days, the B.C. senior had been floating on the open water of the Caribbean Sea, eating only nacho chips, crackers and a handful of tiny fish he was able to catch.
The covered raft had been his only protection from the elements after he ran the Starlight, his Ericson sailboat, onto a reef near the coast of Cuba — enroute from Colombia to Puerto Rico.
“You basically just deal with one thing at a time and figure out
