There's not much to see this night. Thick clouds have blotted even the brightest stars. The trio creeps through cabins full of sleeping ship mates to check for the bilge water levels in the foulest parts of the ship. It's so loud in the room that they have to wear ear phones and communicate by hand signals. The pumping is a success.
Nobody kills the fuel pump.
On their second night at the wheel, both kids struggle to keep the bulky ship on course. There's nothing to steer by but the glowing compass and the dim lights of the Guayas, an Ecuadoran ship also bound for Opsail Miami 2000, some four miles ahead. Handing off on course 295,'' says Tiffany, giving the wheel to a shipmate.