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 THE OLD SALT AT THE BOAT SHOW

"I was just thinking about toasting my landfall when down the dock limped a familiar figure. "Hey, Tristan!" I called to him and waved. "Hello there, mate," he replied. "How was the passage down?" "Not too bad, except for a blow off Cape Hatteras," I answered. "Well, that's to be expected." The formalities done, his eyes flickered to my boat laying alongside the dock, then to the nearby sea wall. Then he looked hard at me and snapped, "But after getting your vessel safely down here, what the hell are you doing docking her like that? You fancy yourself a bloody captain? What in bloody hell are you going to do if the shit hits the fan and you suddenly have to move that boat out of here? You going to back her out in a blow in this claustrophobic little space, are you? Don't you know any better than to put your bow to a sea wall? Don't you think the weather matters in port?""
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 (Submitted by Noel Thu Jun 24, 2004 )

  


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