51 DAYS LOST AT SEA. “It began, in the grand tradition of ill-considered ideas, with a group of boys and a bottle of booze—the most common of circumstances in the least common of places. The boys were gathered in their clubhouse—broken sofas, graffitied walls—near the end of the only road in the only village on the Pacific island of Atafu. . . . Etueni later admitted to me that as he sat in the boat, he’d thought that this was a dangerous and stupid idea.”