Little tippy cup of a boat, right? 25' long, 8' beam. Same person also told me that it didn't matter if the centerboard
didn't drop down because I didn't really need it (the question said worst PIECE of advice, not worst PIECES. I had to pick). Both pieces of advice from the same person.
So we got caught in a 5' following sea. I told my sailing companion to dump the sail when we got to the bottom of the wave, but she was having too much fun (it WAS fun, truthfully, at the top of the wave ...) ...
and she said ...
The boat was overpowered and rounded up. THEN she dumped the sail, and let go of the mainsheet, and it went through half of its blocks. The boat was rolling so much that we couldn't stand up to get the little lines through the cringles and around the boom, which would have been very dangerous anyway with the wind
behind us since it couldn't be done out of the way of said boom.
I told you it's been an action-packed four years ...
So we sail up the next wave, and we hear a thump in the cabin
. "I wonder what that was?" says my companion. "We'll have to find out later," I said.
Go down the next wave, and she doesn't dump the sail. We round up severely again, and we hear another thump. By then we were quite busy, because we'd also heard ANOTHER thump. The gas can had freed itself and was no longer connected to the outboard
. The motor
was no longer an option.
"Has this tiller always felt this loose?" She asked? That as we approached a treacherously shallow area.
I pointed the boat out to sea and into the waves. She objected. She wanted to be CLOSER to shore. I ignored her.
Later, after SeaTow had us (it was harrowing, truly, to crawl up to the bow to catch the tow line, especially since the headsail had caught itself halfway up and halfway down and could no longer be controlled. I freed it with my rigging
knife ...) ...
and she went down to see what had been thumping (besides the gas can).
Karma came through! The first thump was her back pack rolling off the vee berth onto the floor.
The second thump was .....
not yet ....
the porta-potty tipping over onto her back pack.