Morning Light's crew-selection process involved essays, resumes, and tryouts to winnow 500 applicants down to 15. (See "A Cruising Kid Grows Up to Be a Trans-pac Finalist.") For Delos, the process consisted of gathering my son and a few of his friends, then saying no to twice as many volunteers as I could take. Like the crew of Morning Light, my crew's bluewater experience ranged from seasoned cruiser to duffer. Kate, the engineer, and James, the mate, had both grown up on cruising boats, with seven transoceanic passages under their low-riding belts. At 13, Kate (and her younger sister, Erin) had helped hand steer Grace, their family's Tripp 50, across the Atlantic. (See "Working the Night Shift," October 2003.) James stood his first storm watch on Delos at 11. Andrew had just completed his first long passage while crewing for me from Tahiti to Hawai'i, which explained why a 20-foot Polynesian outrigger was now lashed to my foredeck. Gabe had never been to sea. His qualifications were his strength, people skills, and great bass singing voice. As captain, I contributed 45,000 ocean miles of experience and increased our average age to 24.