You wake up to a perfect summer’s day. There’s not a cloud in the sky, the water is a virtual millpond, and the motor takes you slowly along.
You’re not far offshore, and there’s a gentle tide going out, so you turn off the engine consider putting down the anchor, but there doesn’t;t seem any need, break out the deck chairs, and you’ve decided to take an afternoon snooze.
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When you wake up the shoreline is no longer in sight.
The water is a little more choppy, but nothing to be concerned about.
Towards shore the sky is clear and the sun is just about gone.
You look in the other direction, out to sea, and…
It’s black and forbidding, bolts of lightning on display like a fireworks show, the sort of display best seen from shore, not at sea.
The first gentle nudge of a breeze rocks the boat slightly.
A few minutes later, a rush of air hits you like a ton of bricks, almost touching the boat over to the point of no return.
You try to start the motor, but, given the situation, fate is always on the other side.
It won’t start.
You race to put up a sail, but it has to be tightly reefed in, and as it goes up it flaps violently in the ever-increasing wind gusts.
The weather changed in ten minutes. eleven if you were to not split hairs.
What happens next?