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We had kind of a rough day coming into Quebec. We try to run with the tides and current (at one point we were going 13.4 knots, a personal best!) for economical reasons, but when this combination meets up against a strong wind, we get some waves. They were only 3 to 4 feet high, but short and choppy, which makes for an unpleasant ride. Anyways, Wes was shaking in his laser-equipped boots, especially at the last part of the run. He told me if I got him ashore alive he would tell me the whole story. We locked in (yes, you have to go through a set of locks to get into this marina), had a cocktail and he started talking. As I mentioned before, he had been appointed by the LEGO society to check me out as a candidate for Benevolent Overlord (BO), a position that would put me in a unique position to straighten out the world. (I just found out I don't have quite the uphill battle with health care as I thought I would, but there's still lots of room for improvement there.) His management team felt that observing my actions under fire would let them see whether they had made the right decision. That's why Wes steered the boat onto the rocks back by Bobcageon, to see how I would hold up in a crisis! It's all starting to make sense.....  Capt. Jeff