On the appointed day, six of us who’d be bunking together headed out and spent several hours going through drills. We located seacocks, sorted through tools, figured out where fire extinguishers were located, and set every sail, including the storm jib. When a float was tossed in the water unexpectedly, the dan buoy was quickly deployed. A crew bellowed, “Man overboard,” and pointed unfailingly at our victim in the drink. We made quick-stop maneuvers under sail and returned to our fallen comrade by scribing big circles and figure-eights through the water. It was all textbook perfect.