Some years ago, i was invited to sail aboard a Gunboat 66 from Honolulu, Hawaii, to Lahaina, on Maui’s northwest flank. It was me, her owners, the crew, the late, great lensman Bobby Grieser and Pickles, the owners’ Jack Russell terrier. Our final night featured a celebratory meal at the Lahaina Grill, with Pickles dutifully standing watch back aboard. While we’d remembered to switch on the masthead tricolor before venturing ashore, we weren’t the only boat in the anchorage on that inky-dark, January eve, and finding our way home proved challenging in the gathering swell. Just as the yacht’s owner, Bruce, recalled that sharks frequent Maui in midwinter, we caught Pickles’ bark. Looking back today, I realize that better night-vision technology would have made our RIB ride much smoother.