Well, I sense a certain smug
schadenfreude on the part of the assembled company -- shame on you all. How skillful I am -- you all think with glee -- compared to that bozo on the beautiful 50-footer.
I also don't believe that anyone was really interested in the question to help or not -- it was just a good excuse to tell the story and laugh at someone else's expense, plus to show how gracious you were in actually helping them out of their trouble.
I remember years ago, I was sailing a cat for the first (and thank God, last) time, in the
Windward Islands. The boat was anchored in Saltwhistle Bay and everyone was on land having dinner at a restaurant. A sudden and vicious squall blew up, and I could see that the boat was dragging. My crew and I ran as fast as we could and jumped in the dink, and raced over just before the boat went onto the
coral reef on the western end of the bay. Cranked up the engines and got away.
Meanwhile it's blowing about 40 knots and rain is coming horizontally. We try and try to
anchor, but we can't get it to dig in. Moreover, I can't maneuver for some reason. The boat pulls hard to port and doesn't obey the
rudder. We can hardly see, and every time we circle around we are at risk of hitting the
coral reef barely below the surface. We are getting tired.
Out of the blowing rain, a
dinghy full of cheerful (although very wet)
English sailors comes at us with a line attached to some mooring buoy, and quickly the situation is resolved.
No word or gesture suggested the slightest hint of the kind of disdain which is dripping out of the original post in this thread, although we must have looked like a bunch of complete idiots. No one knew at that point, including me, that the
gearbox of the port
engine had come apart, which was why the boat wouldn't maneuver (one of about a dozen mechanical failures on that
cruise, including a prop falling off, and that was my last
charter trip).
And I'm sure they didn't put up a smug post on a forum the next day. I did, however, send them over my last bottle of
single malt the next morning.
On the odd chance anyone is actually interested in the question -- to help or not --
We consider it a sacred obligation to always help, no matter how much trouble it is, other sailors who need it. There but for the grace of God go I -- I always think -- and I am just grateful to have the skills or the
gear to be able to help. All of us are amateurs with various degrees of clumsiness, compared to a real professional mariner. It's not really good to laugh at other amateurs' clumsiness. As skillful as we may think we are, we look even worse, to a real professional mariner (who call us WAFI's, did you know? wind-assisted f*cking idiots).