A few years back, a government
client of ours put us between a rock and a hard spot by asking us to take he and his wife sailing with us the next time we went. We were damn if we did and damned it we didn't. Fast forward four months, we had just tied up at Sopher's Hole in the BVI, our 'guests' were arriving on the first ferry
the next morning. The only thing on the agenda was to have lunch at Pusser's and do some provisioning
. We were unhappy, stressed to the max -- and, oh, our guests were mormon! We do not do this often, but this morning we decided to have a Bloody Mary (the thinking was we wouldn't be drinking for the rest of the trip), well we decided to have a second and then a third, and then decided we would go ashore for lunch and provisioning
. We were really lucking that day, there was a spot right in front of Pusser's -- filled to the max with people enjoying their lunch!
Everything that happened after I climbed out at the dock
seemed like it happened in slow motion, I watched my husband move forward from the back of the dinghy
, I watched as he took his last step from the dinghy
-- stepping on the tube. Then seeing his arms flaying, then he just disappeared! In the time it took to blink, two guys showed up from no where to pull my husband out. I remember one of the guys asking "Dude are you OK?" and then my husband throwing his hand over his heart and saying "my phone!" at which point he ran off to the restroom. As I turned to follow, I saw his new (read expensive) sunglasses on the bottom below the dinghy. I borrowed a boat hook, but it just wasn't long enough, as I stood there I realized the only way to get the glasses was to do it myself, so fully clothed I jumped in and retrieved them -- all of this taking place in front of the entire lunch crowd.
Now that the sunglasses had been saved I made my way to the restroom. Standing outside, I could hear the water
running, I called to my husband who responded in the saddest voice I have ever heard "my phone
is vibrating and won't stop!" I told him that more water
wouldn't help and he came out. When he got out I realized why the guy had asked him if he was OK -- the entire side of his leg (ankle to knee) was a shredded and blooding mess! I got him loaded in the dinghy, with everyone watching, and as we were about to shove off I saw his hat floating under the dock
-- I was able to retrieve it by hanging over the bow with half of my body hanging out of the dinghy.
Luckily, the only casualty that day was an iPhone
, it continued to vibrate for another 45 minutes before it died! While my husband's leg looked bad at first glance, all of the cuts were superficial. We were hugely embarrassed! In the end, our guests had a great vacation
and we got through it by opening a bottle of wine at 4:00 everyday!
P.S. Reviewed by hubby for content!