The actual transition to life aboard came in fits and starts, but by September 2013, the Fowlers and Fortuitous had pointed the bow south. They saw Manhattan from the water, anchored off Atlantic City, experienced Cape May. Through it all, they learned to raise and lower the boat's hefty sails, to anchor, and to motor when the wind died. Adventures included sleepless nights, bone-chilling days, dwindling provisions. Thia, their 13-year-old daughter, had eagerly sought out a key lime pie for her birthday. She got what the galley could give: a piping-hot loaf of bread from the last of the flour on board, amplified with crushed graham cracker crumbs, cinnamon, and melting butter. Not half bad — but not what she wanted.