And leaks—there is always a leak. Leaks are frank things; they do not flatter. They tell not of craft but of truth. In a harbor of smooth promises, a leak is the one honest crack that lets the sea speak. Min believed, with a patient fatalism, that leaks expose character: the slow seep from a seam tells you where a hull has tired, where the layers below the varnish have given way. It is not simply failure but disclosure.