This imbalanced contest began in the bay of Cross Island, a shallow hook-shaped cove offering protection from the ice chunks pawing at us across the sand spit. We felt confident in this hiding spot until, while we were distracted by the icy threat so close by, the other paw threw a strong southeasterly wind at us. As if on purpose, this was the only wind direction from which our bay could not shield us. Foiled! We snuck out while the cat prepared to pounce and re-anchored at Tigvariak island, another low-lying strip of land 25 nautical miles away. It offered strong protection from the southeast, but no shelter from any other direction. We weathered the first windy paw swipe easily, but later that evening, the wind shifted and came at us from the northwest.