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I was on Loch Ness the other day, and the wind was light, and sun out.
It really is a great place.
The 10 ton ship was moving slowly, full sails hanging, often barely moving at all.
In the distance was another sailboat, maybe half a mile, motoring right at me. "He's come for a wee look", said I.
The distance closed, and closed.
"Get me the binoculars".
"Get me the klaxon".
Five blasts, five more.
Still right at me... and I mean right at me.
"He's on autopilot... there's no one on watch".
"Standby for engine start", motor start, sails back winded, hard to port... all very undignified stuff.
A head pops up, and a stupid woman tries to wave at me, from, like, 30 yards
My ship's name was clearly visible, so I did not swear, but I did some yelling. They retreated below again. A 10 year old was on board anyway, so no expletives.
700 feet of water, the sun is out, and some bozo is on autopilot for like, miles, risking both ships with a fancy autopilot toy.