Maris Stella Yacht Club and Crabbing Society
A conversation between Linda and Stuart on the beach this afternoon began something like this: "I think there is a certain point at which the wind speed is too powerful for a sunfish, I'm not sure what that is though."
Today we found out what that is. Linda was literally flying across the bay, waves slamming over the side, thinking to herself, I wonder where Stu is. I hope he comes out soon, I wonder if he sees how fast I am going... Next thing I knew I looked over and saw Stu -- then saw him capsized. Tried to sail over to him downwind and then was going so f'in fast I had to undo the figure 8 knot in my mainsheet and just let it go. Cruised over to him using just the current to find out that his boom had snapped. Kind people on the nearby dock called the COAST GUARD who came by and towed him back home. oh and full disclosure mandates that i also was towed back to safety by a jetski.
Monday, July 10, 2006
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"Captain". From now on, I expect to be referred to as "Captain". Because the ONLY shred of dignity that remains after standing waist deep in Barnegat Bay for I can't tell you how long, waiting to be rescued by the Coast Guard, holding onto a capsized boat with broken spars is that, when they finally approached,the noble members of the Coast Guard referred to me as "CAPTAIN".
Wo! I trust that after arrival back on land, all hands received a stiff tot o' rum....
Wo!
By the way, it's a good thing there were no krakens around at the time. Those things are nasty.
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