hen I was younger, I did a passage with five companions from Massachusetts to Bermuda on a 56-foot ferrocement sailing ketch. From the dock, the boat looked enormous, fully suited for the task at hand. She had a berth for each one of our crew, and space to stow gear and provisions for the six-day passage and beyond. Truth be told, when we were fully loaded and ready to cast off, there was precious little space for personal effects and extraneous gear. Things were so tight, we had to use the oily bilge for the two cases of cheap Polish beer we felt we’d need
