Oh, I should still win. Extensive twin-engine experience or not, I’ve docked plenty of boats, and I’ve got the obvious edge when it comes to judging wind and current. Plus, I’m a cool, level-headed adult. The kid? She’s a teenager, an irrational life form subject to impulsive action and wild mood swings. (Wait, this might be one of my stories she actually reads. Let’s make that “a life form who, while certainly delightful, lacks the judgment and patience required to carry out such a difficult task.”) Still, I’m not taking any chances. As she settles into the helm for our first challenge, I wish her luck — then subtly shift the Bimini so that the full-fledged assault of Florida’s brutal August sun finds its way onto her face. Hey kid, I love you, but if you can’t take the heat, get off the flybridge.