It would be hard to find three more different guys than us. And harder still to imagine how we all came to be together in the tropical swelter of Pago Pago, American Samoa. You could say that the encounters in Honolulu that we describe in the book were a lot like the encounters of the “gentlemen of fortune”—buccaneers—of the seventeenth century. Like pirates in Jamaica’s old Port Royal, Honolulu is one of the places around the world that offshore sailors meet. True, our intent was mostly peaceful, but the spirit was the same.