Afer surviving, not huge seas but huge ships, and awakening to a sunny sky and sparkling clear water, and after a swim and a shower - the skipper relaxes on the foredeck with a cerveza. Only Sol Brava will do, because that's all there is on board.

Erased from his mind now, quite forgotten as he feels the Sol blend with the sun, is the terrible memory of two nights before - the NIGHT OF THE SHIPS - when death stared him in the face in the form of six 850 ft monsters brilliantly lit and bearing down blindly at 20 knots on a retired schoolteacher naked but for his shorts, and his plump wife sleeping in her bunk dreaming of houses and kitchens with blending machines, cats, coffee with friends.