A leadline once allowed me a pleasant afternoon in the dinghy surveying a marginal passage inside an island in Turkey, knowledge I used many times to save the long passage around.
A couple of years later it allowed me to take this passage confidently under full sail at 6+Kts but despite much vigorous waving-off the 8 man German-crewed 10ft longer Bavaria in pursuit that was irritated at being out-tacked by an old solo'ed Sadler insisted on following. They simply shouldn't have made the assumption they did and should have heeded the extensive warnings I signalled. But Germans? Nah!
Silly buggers.
Schadenfreude? Hehe! And how!
Hours later they arrived rather quiet in the restaurant where I had long finished a leisurely supper so I anonymously got my friend the waiter to deliver a glass of water "on the rocks" to the skipper from an 'admirer".
The look on his face, and his crew, was utterly, utterly priceless! It could have ignited WW3!
Perhaps I shouldn't have done, but the opportunity was just too good to miss.
I had to leave by the back door as I was laughing so hard.
So yes, I'm rather attached to my leadline.
Whether the Bozburun crabs got worse sore heads from repeated bombing by a kilo of lead or a single vigorous application of three tons of it is open to conjecture. I'm afraid to admit my split sides took days to recover.
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