boat (50') next to me for three seasons in Darwin was tied up with UV damaged ropes. The owner was constantly being told of his responsibilities by the marina management.
In the first year, I closed all his windows and doubled his ropes (with my spares) after a cyclone formed off the coast. We had bad weather
but no cyclone strike. I was removing my ropes when he turned up and wanted to know why I was 'effing' around with his docklines. I explained and received no thanks and was left feeling like a criminal for going aboard his boat to shut all weather
Year two, I promised myself the bloody thing could sink before I would touch it when a huge seasonal storm threatened. I called the marina staff who apparently called the owner, who was interstate and asked if 'the bloke in the boat next door can do it again'. I did. No thanks, no 'here's a six pack for your troubles', no nothing.
Third year. I refused to touch it as again a cyclone approached. Darwin copped a glancing blow. All windows and ports
were open, an unsecured ice box hit a boat opposite when it became airborne and the dinghy
(14' H/D aluminium) on his wheelhouse roof, which was not tied down, dislodged in the wind
, crashed into his cabintop, punctured the deck
and ripped out several deck fittings.
When he eventually turned up after the fact, he asked if I had been out of town. I said no and that I was concerned only for the safety
of my boat. Apparently this made me an uncaring individual who lacked the spirit of mateship which abounds in the seafaring community.
The final straw which drew forth from me a string of unkind epithets, was when he asked if he could borrow my 240v x 2" basement pump to empty the oily knee deep water
from his bilges (remember all the *windows were left open) into the marina.
*These were domestic sliding aluminium jobs. I use the term windows knowing full well the difference between windows, ports
and hatches. The hull
was very boat like, but the rest of it made it look like a floating block of flats with a bus shelter on top.