Back when we left Chicago - "pirates" were all the rage. I don't mean to be flippant, because it's a very serious subject, but there had been some recent high profile attacks and everyone and his brother wanted to know how we were going to deal with them since, according to landlubbers who didn't know any better, the world was being overtaken by pirates much in the same way Michigan is being overtaken by deer. I was even contacted by the Wall Street Journal to give a sound byte for an article they were writing on the subject (I was not quoted). Scott and I just sort of laughed off the thought of "piracy" knowing that Somali-style attacks are not happening in the Bahamas or anywhere we were headed in the next year or so. (Not yet, anyway). We had, however, heard of minor incidents in places like Puerto Rico and the Caribbean (again, not approach-your-boat-in-high-speed-vessels-with-uzi's-while-high-on-qat-style, but boardings and robberies; petty theft mostly). Scott, ever the pro-active hubby, decided to take matters into his own hands and get prepared for combat, should the need arise.