Join Date: Jun 2000
Location: CT/ Long Island Sound
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We were about 200 miles south of Newfoundland on our way to Ireland and hit a fairly calm spot. One of my shipmates thought it was a good opportunity for a swim, so he stripped down and got ready to jump over. Wait a second, we said. How fast do you think we're going, here? "Pretty much sitting still." he figured. Three to Four knots, we advised him. "So?" he said. So tie yourself to this spare jib sheet so we don't have to reverse course to get you, we said. He tied a bowline through the front belt loop of his cut-off jeans. No, we told him. Put the line through that loop, and the next, and the rest of the way around you, and then tie the bowline. " OK, Fine" he grumbled. That done, and the other end securely cleated to the boat, in he jumped. About three seconds later he came to the end of the 60' line and turned to try swimming. No way. The boat simply dragged him twice as fast as he could possibly swim. Whenever he turned to face forward, his own bow wave suffocated him. We had to put the line to a winch to crank him in. I always think a main objective while sailing is to stay as dry as possible.