Leaving Rhode Island to sail to the Bahamas, I wanted to be untethered, for a while. Adrift at dawn and heading for rocks in a blow was not what I had in mind. Anchor failure was one of my nightmare scenarios. The morning my severed anchor parted with my boat, an unusual snapping sound and lurch woke me, and I slammed my knee leaping out of my berth to investigate. Hobbling on deck, I found the wind blowing around 20 knots, and in the day’s first light I watched my anchor bridle drifting limply ahead of my boat. It should have been tight in this wind. My anchor was clearly not attached. OH ****!
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