(Continued). After calming down, I called the wife and told her what happened. She basically said to relax, the motor is kaput, and to go play my guitar for a few minutes. That helped. Realizing that getting back to the dock was going to be a bit of an ordeal either way, it was decided to start the qualifier right then, and continue westward, under sail. I had autopilots, solar panels and spinnakers that needed sorting... it was a bit of a relief to not have to worry at all about the engine. I knew that thing was toast!