If you’ve ever lived aboard a sailboat on the hard in a filthy boatyard, you know only love could keep a woman and her three children, including a toddler and a young teen, living aboard for four long years, particularly through the frigid Chicago winters. The Goodlanders had no head, no running water, not even a functioning galley sink. Marie collected the dirty dishwater in a pan and had to carry it out, up the companionway ladder and across the deck to the stern, to empty it. Still, the family persevered. It was Edward who kept the dream alive. He envisioned Elizabeth sailing to Tahiti, where there would be friendly natives, warm sunshine, and bananas growing on trees. He dreamed of freedom and adventure, and Marie believed in him. If she or the children complained about the miserable conditions in the boatyard, Edward would gently remind them of the privations of the whalers and how the family’s situation was so much more fortunate, and they would end up feeling guilty for complaining.