Sailing Solo Alone

This sailing novel is a true story, virtually down to the last word. The book starts out light-hearted enough, a little bit of history, a few minor disasters, gets a little wet here and there.
However, when our novice sailor sets sail to move his boat fifty miles around the coast, his first real sailing trip, the fun slowly, but surely dies away.
Our hero (for want of a better word) finds himself in the middle of the North Sea. It’s October, it's the dead of night, extremely windy, and he’s out there alone.
The Sea has one attempt at killing him. The boat stays upright, more by luck than anything else. Later, he manages to find a safe haven for the night and even gets through the pier-heads without smashing his boat to bits… Does he stay there? No!...
He actually sets out to sea at three o'clock in the morning. If you wanted to be generous, it was quite a nice night for a bit of a sail... At first...
But this was the North Sea... The North Sea in winter.
As he left the pier heads, looking seaward, it was as dark as doomsday out there... And was only going to get darker.
It wouldn't be long before, he realised buying a yacht called 'Solo' may not have been one of his better ideas.
All a little late by then.