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 Spring Break

"I looked to windward. The snow had eased off for a second and I saw another gust approaching that was lifting a curtain of white water before it. It takes sixty knots of wind to do that. The gust came closer, and closer, then POW! DRIVER's bow blew to port, we heeled violently, and at the moment when the anchor should have tugged the bow back into the eye of the wind, it kept falling away. I knew then that we were dragging anchor. I looked astern. The foreshore was one boat length away. Calmly, I said, "Jaja, we're dragging. I'll start the engine." I had learned years ago that panicking did not improve the quality of emergencies."
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 (Submitted by Noel Sat Jul 24, 2004 )

  


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