Back in the 60's anchored in Snug Cove on Bowen Island, BC with about 6 other smallish sailboats, a large powerboat with a 3 deck tower arrived just at sundown. We were all sitting quietly in our cockpits enjoying a late summer cocktail and watched the guy approach piloting from the top steering
station with his wife/partner on the anchor windlass
. Instead of quietly communicating with her, he used his PA system directing her her to 'drop anchor' which she obediently did. He backed down and when it was clear it didn't grab he directed her over the PA to 'up anchor'.
After about unsuccessful 3 attempts, each time his voice getting louder and more irate, he finally bellowed over his speaker system, 'drop the G.D. anchor NOW!'. She dropped it as commanded, still no grab and he unloaded on her over the PA.
With his anchor chain straight down in the water
, she turned, put her hands on her hips and shouted for the entire bay to hear, 'F... Y..!', and walked in to the wheelhouse leaving him to climb down from his tower, raise the anchor and leave the anchorage to a standing ovation from all the other boats.
This is almost 50 years later and I still chuckle every time I recall
the fiasco. Capt Phil