The boat’s lifted up, and up, mercilessly, and soon Andy’s holding onto the bow and no longer looking at the dancing horizon but at pure, unbroken blue sky. He waits to go over the falls, he knows what’s going to happen and he is afraid. But he doesn’t go over the falls. The boat whips around in a flawless 180, bucking and bouncing and riding the whitewater, surfing over who knows how many different kinds of ruthlessly unforgiving coral waiting to rip them to shreds. We spot them with the binoculars, drop anchor and I swim in to help them drag the boat out from the shallow lagoon. Ian’s smiling. Andy is visibly shaken. He obviously thought they were going down. He’s a champion – lesser men would have abandoned ship. He bravely stayed with his boat the whole time. Miraculously everything is intact, bones and boats and egos – just not the fuel line. Only Martin can solve that dilemma, which he does within 5 minutes. That’s why he’s the captain.