Well, with Halloween coming up this might be a good question. Some
folks really dread a squall and get worked up over them. I have a
friend who loves sailing, but he's truly scared of the water for no
reason he can put his finger on. My exgirlfriend gets spooked on board
at night, especially when anchored out alone.
For me...? Sharks. I really have to force it from my mind when cleaning
the bottom or just swimming with my wife. No matter how tiny the risk
(really tiny on the LIS), it still goes through my mind...that sudden
tug, the pop as my knee gives way and the rush of water as the 14
footer sweeps around for a second attack. Flailing, I manage to get a
few good strokes and I'm aware that my body is lighter...much lighter.
I get my forearms onto the 35s5 swim platform and sea water mixed with
blood washes over the white gelcoat. I manage to get halfway up and a
sudden pressure on my midsection takes my breath away. Instinctively I
sink my index finger into the shark's eye and he lets go. Deep in shock
I somehow manage to bring my head and torse onto the platform. Both of
my legs are gone above the knee. With each breath blood pumps slowly
from a dozen puncture wounds starting below my armpit. Glancing at my
hand I see part of the sharks eye smeared onto the top of the ladder.
At least they'll know I put up a fight. Thinking of all the movies
where dying actors said "I'm so cold." I smile and say it aloud, my
last words. I can't get into the cockpit, my arms useless lead now, but
I'm glad to die on board rather than in the water.

Happy Halloween!

Robert B
Beneteau 35s5
NY