On the last night of our first powerboat charter
, we were safely and snuggly asleep in the aft cabin
of a Bayliner 3288. In the middle of the pitch
black night, a HUGE CLANG was heard from the direction of the bow and I leapt up and headed up the small companionway
only to smash my head full speed into the closed hatch
It hadn't been closed when I went to bed
. Apparently my partner had decided it was 'prudent' and helpfully sealed us into our cabin
. At this point I was panicked and reeling from the force of the collision
and not in a place to address this train of logic politely. I managed to slide the hatch open and then almost immediately smashed my face into the previously unlocked sliding door to the cockpit
. A few more muttered words were heard amid my growing fear we were moments away from sinking slowly into the mud and confused thoughts about waivers and liability.
The lock worked using a skeleton key from both sides. I
hadn't locked it since we were in a secure marina, so I had no idea where the key was. I could now see lights flashing from the bow and some sort of boat floating around in the dark and my panic ramped up as I woozily tried to find the damned key.
Eventually I struggled drunkenly and half dressed out on the deck
. and tried not to end up in the drink and I made my way to the bow. I arrived, one hand for the boat and one for my throbbing head, to find a harbour patrol boat stuffed with uniformed men
just swinging around to head out. Seeing me swaying on the foredeck they offered up an explanation for the clang. It seems their helmsman had gotten a bit too cocky swinging around initially and smashed their anchor
into our anchor
with an excessive bit of force.
"No problem, no problem," they assured me as they then puttered off. I just stood there holding a growing goose-egg on my head, still wondering why we weren't sinking.
When I returned to bed
(leaving everything unlocked and open behind me like I had the first time), she opened her eyes and asked, quite unconcernedly, what the ruckus was all about. Then she rolled over to go back to sleep.
And now, thanks to HappyMdRSailor's calculations, I can finally understand why I was so dumbfounded. Hopefully I can now move on and get over the residual trauma from that 'dangerous' night...