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We didn’t even know how to get the damn thing out of the harbor, but cigars were lit, Barometer Soup by Jimmy Buffett was playing, and come hell or high water we’d be chasing Hemingway’s ghost in the Bimini’s. We had several gallons of rum, sundries for two weeks (or so we thought), and two pistols with ammunition.