|2010-03-01 03:36 (UTC)
Jay came down to visit the family cottage, and my father decided to take us all out for a ride in the Boston Whaler. Unfortunately it was a very choppy day and the Whaler was overloaded, which meant that with every wave we hit leaving the bay we took spray over the bow and that was accumulating in the bottom of the Whaler making us even heavier.
My dad looked at me and told me to grab one of the drain plugs while he took the other. I asked Jay to take the wheel and hold us steady. My father and I then crouched over the back of the boat and started to wiggle the recalcitrant drain plugs out, so we could speed up and drain out the boat which would allow us to speed up enough that we would be skipping from wave top to wave top.
While we are doing this Jay decides that heading into the waves is a bad idea and turns the Whaler around and heads back towards shore.
This is all well and good, but in doing so, he places the low, flat stern square in the path of a large wave that is higher than the outboard. It is also higher than my father and I who have just pulled the plugs and look up at the crest of the wave rolling over us.
The engine dies in a sputter, completely swamped. The Whaler is now completely filled with water and everything that could float in it is doing so. Now a Boston Whaler cannot sink. This one however was about as low in the water as it could get. Wallowing the way it was, I decided to just jump overboard and tow it in. As it was the water was only four feet deep, so I just pulled.
Jay and boats can be a bad idea...