It was dark, and Captain Francisco was freaking out. “We’re too close! We’re too close!” He had just woken me up, and was worried that we were approaching the harbor of Iquique, Chile, at 3 am. He was 75 years old, his eyes weren’t what they used to be, and – frankly – he just didn’t trust this newfangled “GPS”. I was in the odd position that I was a crewman on a delivery, but in many ways I was more experienced than the captain. I also had better eyesight. I looked at the lights of the city, checked the GPS, and explained to the Captain that he was seeing the lights of a town on the hill behind Iquique. Iquique was still under the horizon, and we were many miles away. We wouldn’t – in fact, we couldn’t – get there until after daybreak.