I'd thought it would be tough living in the confined space of a sailboat for four or five days, but I was wrong; Jim's sailors were laid back and affable, like him. On this first extended sail with Jim, I saw how hard it was for someone his age to stay upright on the tossing deck of a small boat. At times, especially crossing the Gulf Stream, he'd lash himself into the nav station, coming up only to take sextant sights, two or three of us hanging on to an arm or leg. Above all else, it didn't seem fun. Why, I wondered, is he doing this? I still hadn't found the answer to that question.