We had been motoring, or motor-sailing the whole week. Bruce and I were longing for the quiet swish of water alongside our hull without the monotonous drone of the diesel. The winds had finally come around to our beam and had strengthened enough so that we could make good time by wind power alone. What went wrong?
Sails were raised and trimmed. Between the favorable current, the ample wind and the engine boost, we were doing 7+ knots. We were ready to turn the engine off and SAIL!
We have a feathering Max Prop on Dos Libras, but for some reason, it doesn't always feather when we shut the engine down. This causes the prop to continue rotating and we can feel an annoying vibration. We always turn it off in gear going less than 3 knots, which was the correct procedure on our last boat. Now, sometimes it works, sometimes it requires some manual assistance in the form of Bruce putting on a glove and manually stopping the prop shaft from spinning once I shut off the engine.
So, to that end, Bruce took his position down below while I worked down to the leeward side of the channel so that I could come upwind to slow the boat to under 3 knots. This has ALWAYS worked before!!! Unfortunately, this time… the boat slingshotted to the windward side of the channel failing to reduce speed sufficiently before I was quite over the line and out of the channel in a spot with zero tolerance for such behavior.
But nooooo… we didn't! The boat came to a mushy stop so gradually I had to look for a stationary object ashore to be sure. Nope. Aground! I did it!
Bruce came up and we assessed our situation. We tried powering forward but were reluctant to power in reverse fearing that we would damage our rudder. Nothing... but a giant cloud of mud which attracted a pod of dolphin. We tried easing the sails and powering… nothing. We tried trimming the sails and powering… nothing. We tried dropping the sails and powering… nothing. We waited for a passing barge to float us off and powering… nothing.
We sat there and blinked at one another for a while, as one by one…, the barges we had passed earlier made up the time and left us in their wake. Where's the LOVE people?!!
You wouldn't believe the power a little 8 hp motor on a 10 ft inflatable can have against a 45 ft., 25,000 lb. + sailboat. First he tried pushing us into the channel the easy way… it didn't work. Ok, lets go back the way we came. He went over to the Starboard side and pushed the bow in a 3/4 circle and back out into the channel with the help of the diesel. I was only mildly afraid that we would pop free and I would run over him. Can't think about that now… Finally we were moving freely as I waved my arm and shouted for Bruce to get clear.
I turned into the channel and held course steady at 1.5 knots while Bruce "Ramboed" up to the Port side, climbed aboard and moved the dinghy to the stern where he tied it securely for the remainder of our trip. He came back to the cockpit and stated simply "Nothin' to it".
I got a short video of the dolphin pod cruising our med cloud while Bruce settles back in...