Attention! All salute to Sir "GUTS!" Arr!

Let’s say that one evening in the dead of winter, you crashed into a bar, met a fascinating dude and shared a few drinks with him. The two of you drank enough to get drunk, drunk enough to feel invincible and invincible enough to chart an imaginary voyage on a dug-out-canoe, departing from Victoria, BC, Canada, destination: Sydney, Australia. Hammered as both of you were, you guys probably figured that it is naive to journey across half the planet simply by rowing a canoe and had therefore decided to put in some sails to make it more efficient. The next day after you and your newly-found buddy had sobered up from the booze, would you still honour this awesome plan that was madly devised the night before?

Norman Luxton and Jack Voss met on a somewhat similar encounter and they did made their journey on that canoe. The upper hand that they had was that Jack was a seasoned sailor albeit his tendencies to be notorious. Their journey came nothing close to a smooth sailing one. Not only did they endured the weather’s temperament, they also survived numerous ship wrecks (in this case, canoe wrecks), threats and attacks from various marine animals and pirates, almost being trapped into an arrange marriage with a native princess (in one of their island stops), immigration and landing permit issues as well as the worsts of each other. Both gentlemen barely made it to Sydney alive. They were both hospitalize shortly after arrival. Upon recovery, Norman did not join Jack on the canoe ride back home.