"Jaja's frantic assault at the windlass was keeping us nosed into the wind, and I thought all was going to be well, but the violent gust had pushed our bow to starboard. I hesitated to use the engine. If I put it into gear immediately I was worried that I would drive us straight into the rocks. We were yawing slowly over, closer to the rocks. The wind was howling. Jaja couldn't see me hunched in the cockpit with my hand on the throttle, and with my eyes on the depth sounder."
(Submitted by Noel Sun Jul 25, 2004 )
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