"Smooth sailing to Havana, Cuba, to celebrate our victory and visit your Aunt Margaret."
Then, turning his gaze to Mike, he spoke of the worst-case scenario: "However, if after 48 hours, the data shows the storm path veering west, or its intensity exceeds our expectations."
"We will not hesitate to abandon all illusions about Los Haitises. We will immediately turn southwest, using the wide deep-water area here, to speed towards the northern coast of Cuba."
"Havana will transform from our celebration site into our storm refuge. There, we will safely wait out the storm and then decide on the subsequent voyage."
He looked at his two crew members and concluded: "So Cuba, we are definitely going."
"The only difference is whether we're going there as triumphant victors hosting a celebration feast or as cautious navigators seeking shelter from the storm."
He finally said, "We don't gamble with the weather, but we don't give up lightly either."
