No worries about skeptics.
I mentioned this experience was the same day those two teens disappeared off Florida. Here's a dated image of my plotter showing me off Canaveral prior to the storm. (The chart orientation was the result of a malfunctioning fluxgate compass.)

We were dodging cells not too long out of Ft. Pierce. Pretty soon the storms started forming a wall. We powered through blinding rain on and off for almost 90 minutes taking water and spray up on the bridge--that was better than wallowing. We needed to keep at least some of the enclosure open for what visibility was there, so it was not the advertised Hatteras dry-ride. I don't recall lightening. Most of what we strapped down stayed. The salon TV broke loose on its swing arm and fractured its screen leaving some good dents in the wood surround. Worst of all was the port side fwd salon window--about 9' of
truly frameless glass. It became dismounted at its rear and was hanging on by a thread. With my son-in-law (his first voyage) inside, I was able to get some tape to stick and pulled it in and secured to the desk leg. Hanging on the side deck with life jacket and safety line, it was easy to see the wave height in the troughs. Scariest was knowing my 100# daughter was on the secured end of the line and my wife was trying to keep us head-on--not a good look. Took way more than idle and/or skill available to keep us straight. Against orders, she kept looking over the side to me (guess she was trying to figure when to make that life insurance claim). Naturally, we'd get going sorta beamly and had waves hitting me on the side deck. She has yet to get the concept of differential throttle steering. It was a storm alright.
https://www.tcpalm.com/story/news/2...membered-anniversary-diappearance/5514165002/
We at least had a pretty good wave interval for a while. Still, it was wild on the bridge, though, I could stand without assistance in the ER. Whoever on here said 'she creaks but she holds' was right on. That bow stateroom really was getting hammered. I do think this is when my freshwater tank ruptured. It got a little uglier before it got better, and Aslan's props saw a little air. We wallowed for a bit.
Anyway, we got north of the line and back into calm water and smiles. When it cleared, it cleared!

Made it to Ponce Inlet that evening. Very happy to see my family's color begin to return. The salon window held the rest of the trip. A week later, a micro-burst in Charleston took if out!

Oh well.