JumbleDuck
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2. Get on boat, tie on dinghy, sort lines fenders ready to leave the mooring & go alongside the club pontoon. Water's a bit shallow, but I can move the rudder, so we should be OK. Start engine. Look round before casting off. What's that flubber drifting over there? Looks familiar - it is familiar, it's mine! But I'm sure I tied it on properly. I did, the painter's still there on the cleat. Do something right, pull it in so the prop can't eat it, cast off and go off after the flubber.
Bugger, I've stopped. It's soft mud in Portsmouth Harbour, at least in this bit, so swing the boat to face deeper water and lots of welly. 28hp on a 24 footer does have some advantages, and we break free and run up the harbour in hot pursuit. I get a bit ahead and see a significantly bigger boat than mine swing as she comes afloat, so cut through the moorings to intercept the wayward son. Uh uh. That big boat's sitting in a hole it's dug and I've stopped again, a boat length short. Full welly and I advance to victory. Err, no. I advance half a boat length and all the twisting of the tiller in the world only gets me another couple of feet more firmly embedded and the dinghy waves at me as it goes by, a foot beyond boat hook reach unless I want to risk a death or glory leap from the pulpit. It's March, the air's cold and the water's colder, so it isn't hard to resist that temptation.
I'm now stuck so hard nothing will move the boat until the tide comes in oh so slowly and lifts me out. By this time flubber's out of sight, amongst the moorings but I finally catch up with it a mile and a half from my mooring and, my first bit of luck, in open water so I can stop the boat to get a line onto the dinghy.
Needs more yakkety sax.