Terry, as usual, gets right to the point. "I radioed Race Central," he shouts back. "Noticed your radio mast was gone. You're in the lead, by the way."

"Right," Jackie says. "Thank you. I have troubles," she goes on. "Three of my crew are sick. It may be serious, I do not know." She looks off west to an empty horizon. "Unless I find out, we will have to give up the race."

"I can help," you find yourself saying. "Let me come aboard." Terry is staring at you.

"Oh no no no," Jackie protests. She points up to a yellow flag snapping atop her mast. "The disease - it may be contagious. I do not think you want to come on board."