It was Jeremy’s idea to sail to Salt Cay, in the Turks and Caicos, which we were in the process of rounding. His idea was to blow off the well-traveled and, I might note, well-charted routes and sail, as we jokingly said, to the places that had no helpful little anchor symbols. Jeremy, who wasn’t interested in where everyone else had been, was sailing gleefully along just a few miles ahead of us with his wife, Nica, and their two kids. “Oh, um, hey!” he’d called on the VHF earlier. “Keep an eye out as you come around the north side there. Ah, there’s a couple of big patch reefs. You can’t miss ’em, really. See you there!” Slow, I thought. I’m gonna kill him slow.