Yours Truly is an idiot, a “Vollpfosten”, a complete plonker, … Well, you get the idea.
After 2 1/2 months of sailing without any major or minor hiccups we came yesterday to our last port of call, Vaxholm. No wind, sun shine, an almost empty harbour, welcoming waves from the harbour staff – perfect and easy conditions one might think.
We motored nicely into our preferred spot. Victoria was ready to grab the mooring line and your captain was so cool that he had his hands in his pockets and just flicked the gear lever with the back of his heel into neutral. So he thought! In fact the propeller was still engaged and it did not take long to get the mooring line entangled in the propeller.
Shit!
The telephone number of Johnny the diver was handed to me with a big grin and I was fuming with myself. After we got Akka temporarily tied up, I decided to take a dive myself and to have a look. The water temperature was 17 degrees and it turned out to be actually a very simple job of undoing the mess. It was all done in less than five minutes.
At least I earned some of the respect back from my crew.
BTW, this was the first swim for me in the Baltic in 2017!
