"Ya Just GoddaTrust Me"

One of my favorite photos I took of a large male Killer Whale swimming directly at us. Taken near Kruzof Island in Sitka Sound, Alaska

It was a typical autumn day in Southeast, Alaska. Think fog stretched out across the sound in large patches. I was captaining a whale-watching tour boat and had about 12 passengers onboard. One of them was my 9 year old nephew from Nevada. He was definitely out of his comfort zone. Nothing in his life up till then came close to what he was experiencing.
Because of the fog, we had to locate the whales by sound. When we got to the area where we expected to see humpback whales, we would stop, kill the engines, and listen for the sound of whale blows.
We saw Humpback whales, Orca whales and even visited a Stellar Sealion rookery.
We finished the tour with one last look at Humpbacks and then it came time to start our return trip back to the dock in Sitka.
We were enveloped in thick, wet fog. For effect, I would turn off the engines and listen to the whales as they sounded and surfaced. It was eerie  and ethreal when  the sky and the surface of the sea were the same shade of gray.
One completely loses ones sense of direction when viewing whales in the fog.
I would reposition the vessel for a good viewing angle everytime the whales would surface. With that thick fog in every direction, there were no fixed landmarks to reorient yourself with. With eyes looking through camera and binocular lenses one quickly becomes completely disoriented. Of-course in the wheelhouse I had the radar on and could see the outline of the shoreline and various small islands to orient myself.
Just as I started to slowly motor away from the whales, I announced over the PA that we were heading back to the harbor. My nephew stuck his head  into the wheelhouse and  said, "Uncle Brad, why are we going this way?  His question confused me. I said, " Which way?  Well, you said we were heading back to Sitka, so we should be going back  that way," he said as he pointed  directly behind the boat.
It took me several seconds to comprehend that in his fog induced, disoriented head, my nephew actually  thought that we were  going the wrong way.
I studied his face to see if he was joking with me.  The quizical look in his eye made
me  realize  that he was completely serious.
It took me several seconds to conjure up my response.  My natural inclination was to be sarcastic as he was questioning "the captain."  But, realizing that I was talking to an impressionable young boy, I turned to face him directly, and as jovial and animated as I could, I said, "Terran my boy, you're just gonna have to trust me." 
To this day, I don't know if he doubted me right up to the moment that we entered the harbor. As a 19 year old, I lived in Japan.
Shortly after moving there, I went  outside early one morning and couldn't understand why the sun was rising in the west.

Yes,  it's easy to become disoriented.