A couple of years ago on one of my first "skippering" trips we sailed out of the South River in Annapolis with my 25-year-old nephew (rookie), a gal from my sailing club (thought she was experienced) and a friend I knew from my wife's foxhunting group who I also thought was experienced.
The first hint of what was to come was when a powerboater coming in pulled over to us and shouted that we were gonna love it outside -- it was really blowing. This wasn't quite what we were looking for, as we were loaded with picnic stuff and planning on having a nice lunch on the bay, but we soldiered on.
As we exited the river the winds picked up to a good 20kts, gusts up to 25 or so, coming straight down the Bay and kicking up 3-4' swells. The boat was doing great, but I made the mistake of asking my nephew to go below and make sure everything was secure, and by the time he came up he was green at the gills. The gal was already tossing cookies overside. My other "crew" was sitting placidly in the cockpit like an admiral in his barge.
It was obvious there would be no picnic lunch on the Bay this afternoon, so we decided to head up for the Severn where might find some quiet water, but as soon as we tacked the mainsail split right along a seam. I put her as close to the wind as I could to drop the main; but I had one seasick gal, the Admiral, and my seasick nephew to help. Who's going forward?
My nephew dragged himself forward to the mast, as sick as he was, and sat there clinging to it as he pulled the main down. The Admiral deigned to tied it up once it was down, and by this time my nephew was barely hanging on -- when we came around again he actually fell backwards (PDFs were all on), but managed to grab the mast and hold on until he could crawl back.
We sailed on the jib back to the South River, then fired up the outboard to go back to the marina. By the time we got back everyone felt better, and we had our picnic lunch on their tables.
Pretty good behavior from a seasick rookie, I'd say.