There is a cuddly sort of typhoon passing North of Okinawa at the moment. Nothing too dramatic but enough to cause choppiness in the waters of the lagoon.
My boat frets at anchor.
However, I worry not as she is well anchored.
The wind wakes me at 1:30 this morning and I go to see if the boat is OK. Pitch dark, I stagger down to the sea but see no boat. Panicked I rush up and down whereupon I come across a fisherman, several of whom spend the hot summer nights gently fishing and drinking on the beaches. I try to explain that my boat is lost but I don’t think he knew where he was let alone my boat. Finally I find her crashing up and down on a beach looking very pleased for herself but no harm done. I drag the boat up to safety and go back to bed. Good adventure. I go back early this morning and all is well.
I take a look at the anchoring site and the chain had wound itself around the rock such that the rope was rubbing against the very abrasive coral. Snap.