"Dammit! Where the heck is the winch handle!"
We had just jibed, and the jib was flogging. I needed to sheet in and quick. Prior to jibing or tacking, we always prepare.
"Prepare to jibe!", the helmsman sings out.
I had prepared, gotten lines lined up, and a winch handle close at hand. But I couldn't find that little bastard when I neede it most.
After a few frantic seconds I see it, already in the winch. "Ah!" I glance over at Kristen. She had a very slight smile on her face.
I still don't know how it got there.
October 8th, 2016