For example, a few years ago I got caught by a storm in the Bahamas. I'm in my foul weather gear, salt crusting my beard. It's Man against the Sea, Captain Courageous. Then, on the top of a giant roller, I see a ratty out-island sloop with goats, chickens, and crates piled on deck. Sitting on the lee side of this floating third world garage sale are four women: big, bright, and shiny in their Sunday best, as if on Nassau's High Street. One sees my boat, waves, and yells downwind, "Cool breeze, mon." This was backed up by a mad hatter's grin from the "captain," saluting me with an empty bottle of Kalik beer. I think I'm a hero, and these guys are out for a damn joy ride.