Just like Bill Sellers' yacht but gaff rigged and only 24 feet long, Luca's plywood Kigaridu was a self-built, engineless cutter. To be close to the universe, Luca had surfed her the length of the Southern Ocean, from Cape Horn to New Zealand, with a stop in Cape Town, South Africa, where he'd surfed with Rastafarians instead. They'd taught him much of his English, which was colorful. Luca was a free-spirited Italian, full of crazy energy, and he knew only one rule: Boil pasta for seven minutes and no longer. Over perfect al dente spaghetti, we soon hatched a nearly sensible plan. He could weld; I knew wood. Why not make an instant company? It never really took off. But, as Italians do, in his first days he met with other Italians. One, Antonio, had just arrived from Italy to check on the repairs made to his cyclone-damaged yacht. There were problems with the joiners he'd hired; they were having troubles with laminates.