We snuggled right up to the boats opposite our slip, stopped her dead, then spun her around to face the exit channel. Piece of cake. Motoring past the astonishing variety of yachts tied up at the Hinckley yard in Portsmouth, Rhode Island, the Selene's robust Cummins 6CTA8.3M3 rumbled under its breath somewhere in the bowels of the yacht. It radiated a tactile sense of its presence more than an auditory one. Indeed, the sound in the wheelhouse at idle speed struggled to reach 60 decibels, and that was due more to the occupants' moving around (our crew numbered seven) than the engine.