You can often discern much about a person by their nickname, and Bob Sloan had a beauty: “Slippery.” At 29, Slippery Sloan, by all accounts a bit of a rogue and a rascal, had already spent more than half his life at sea, having run away to it when he was just 15. Long of nose, short of hairline, and with his own special brand of charisma, his most distinguishable characteristic was the ever-present Band-Aid on his forehead, a badge of his occupation. Spend enough time on schooners, accidentally walking (or being tossed) into booms and rigging, and you’ll wind up with some serious dings on your noggin. At a restaurant called Josh Slocum’s in Newport Beach, the menu featured a caricature of the famous local sailors. Sloan was instantly recognizable by the bandage on his bean.A boatbuilder as well as a skilled offshore mariner, Sloan was in high demand when it came to the Transpac Race, one of the world’s classic ocean races from Los Angeles to Honolulu that ran every two years. Not only did he know how to keep boats together and to fix them when they broke, he also had an uncommon knack for spotting potential problems before they occurred. If Larry Pardey could’ve handpicked a blue-water mentor, he’d have been hard pressed to find one better than Bob Sloan.