Yes, sailing through the wave tossed darkness of the great ocean night one quite often feels an exposition of sleep come uponst. The problem therein lies if the engine be running and suddenly decides to scrap an impellor or blow a hose and overheat. How can one be awake at all times with eye on the panel to monitor the temperature gauge? It’s more like to find a vestal virgin at the gates of hell. And so, unattended, said engine might very well overheat, seize up, sustain major damage and all this when the boat is winding its way through a treacherous reef system ripped by five-knot currents awash with ten foot breaking waves and for the hell of it throw in some lightning too and then the world ends and all explodes and contracts into a black hole, obliterated. And so, what is to be done? Well, something obviously to give a little piece of mind: the gentle call of Jesus in the screaming voice of a bleating temperature alarm, a potentially critical system enhancement that I have left sitting in a bag for the last two years. This exhaust temp alarm will trigger when the exhaust temp goes above 200 degrees. Provided that the person on watch is not deaf and has not fallen overboard, said individual can then shut down the engine, save it and attempt to sort things out and get to the cause of the problem. The installation of the mentioned mechanism was the task of the day, a three-hour operation with level eight cursing involved. That is to say below the intensity that one might experience when stepping into a bear trap but above that expressed when accidentally knocking over a freshly made cup of tea. Task completed. The thing lights up. Let’s see if and how long it works.