Lost at sea

In a small sailboat, I made my way on the half day's journey between Calais and Dover. With everything to prove, a tuna fish sandwich, and my cat "Bonkers", I set off confidently in the beaming morning sun. I was therefore entirely surprised when the skies opened up and dumped hailstones on my deck and lightining made mesh of my sail.

Bonkers, being a seaworthy creature, did the first thing that came to his mind. He crawled onto my neck and rested his claws in my skin. If it weren't for his gifts as a fisherman, he would have been abandoned long ago. With Bonkers drawing small droplets of blood, I focused on the task at hand. A loud crack made it clear that the damage the boat sustained was fatal for it. The "Up Yours II" was going to sink, and its exit would be a fast one.

With Bonkers as scarf rather than co-pilot, I grabbed what I could and five minutes later, we were in the emergency dingy with my lovely ship now 2/3 under water.