When in Europe, she met her husband-to-be, who just so happened to own a yacht. In love with the man, she soon fell in love with sailing, too. He taught her everything about sailing, and while he was off in a race, she decided to sail around the world, alone and without stopping. Was this a smart move with only six weeks sailing experience? Apparently, it didn’t cross her mind. Her husband, Rob, agreed to support her in this quest.
On September 9, 1977, Naomi set out on her dream trip with a loaner boat (named Express Crusader) and supplies purchased with sponsorship money. Naomi relied solely on old-fashioned technology for navigation: a sextant and chronometer for figuring out latitude and longitude. It didn’t help that she wasn’t very good at this; she often got the two confused.
Because Ms. James was sailing some of the most treacherous waters known, it’s no surprise she ran into some massive storms. One capsized her boat during the night, and she woke up on the ceiling. Lucky for her, the boat righted itself, with minimal damage. Nothing short of a miracle.
Naomi’s dream of sailing nonstop came to and end after that terrifying ordeal, because she had to dock in the Falkland Islands for repairs. A minor disappointment, really, considering she’d already traveled 8000 miles without radio contact. The remainder of her trip was rather uneventful.
Settling in Ireland with her husband, Naomi was pregnant with her daughter when tragedy struck her new family. Her husband drowned in a yachting accident just five years later. It wasn’t his death that stopped her from ever sailing again she says; she just lost her interest in the sea.