“I had an unbearable urge to relieve myself. “The urge will surely pass,” I thought, but then came the cramps. We were nearly abreast of the boats—I had two alternatives: to leave the wheel and dash below, which was unthinkable in the narrow cut; or to go in my shorts. Then I spotted Kayla’s litterbox in the corner of the cockpit. I quickly grabbed it, and, to the utter horror of the sunbathers on the nearby boats, I found relief. From that moment on Kayla worshipped me.”