12 - Two Cans of Beer and a Lone Seagull
“That’s what I saw Rich. Set fair until tomorrow.”
They were still about two miles out and the wind had picked up to at least a force six maybe even a gale force seven. They were in the middle of a large squall. The waves were now building. At least a metre and growing. That was too much for their dingy.
“We need to head back David and quickly”
The boat is now getting tossed about violently. Water rushing over the gunwales. David tries to release the main. Drop the sail. The sheet is trapped. Stuck in the pully. The jib is flapping loose. The jib sheets have been discarded. Rich is trying to bale. The baler completely inadequate. There is violent rocking as they negotiate the increasing wave height. They are keeling dangerously. A sudden huge gust and they are over.