Omigawd. Boats to the right of us; boats to the left; boats behind us and ahead. Omigawd. Omigawd. Another muffled hiss between clenched teeth: "Maybe I can steer with the engines." He threw the port engine into reverse, and we missed the boat ahead by a little. But there was another, and another. And¿was it my imagination?¿heads popped up everywhere, eyes got wide. My brain had stumbled as far as "Get the anchor ready!" when I heard a much quieter, rather sheepish, kind of hiss: "Oh, I forgot. I put her on autopilot." He touched a button and could steer again.