Cape May to Sandy Hook, New Jersey – 116 nautical miles sailedWhen things go wrong on a sailboat, they can go wrong very quickly.
It was 11pm when SeaLight hit something big in the water. We were three miles off the coast of Atlantic City, in the darkness of an ocean passage, halfway through our 19 hour run to Sandy Hook, near New York City. Ana was at the helm on first watch and I was asleep in the v-berth. I was awoken by a massive crash and leaped out of bed as the boat came to a near standstill. I could hear surging water then heard Ana screaming my name as I flicked on the cabin lights to see what had happened. There, just in front of the chart table, was a massive hole in the hull with cold ocean water gushing through in an unstoppable torrent. Ana had opened the companionway hatch and was standing on the stairs, eyes wide and hands over her mouth as she looked down, frozen by the sight of the cabin floor filling with water.
“What happened?” I yelled as I quickly pulled on my pants and a shirt then started grabbing pillows from the bed and tossing them into the cabin.
“I don’t know. We hit something big in the water but I couldn’t see what it was. It was too dark!” she said, panicking, as she descended the stairs, completely in shock.
“Make sure the bilge pump is on,” I said as I crammed two of the pillows into the gaping hole, which was roundish and looked to be at least a foot in diameter and jagged with fibreglass shards, which needled into my hands and arms as I adjusted the pillows. There was a large crack running lengthwise from it, also leaking a lot of water. Ana checked the electrical panel and told me the bilge pumps were on.
“Can we stop it? Can we repair it?” she said as she rolled up her pant legs.
“I don’t know, the pillows are slowing it, but I don’t know if the bilge pumps can keep up,” I said as Ana handed me another pillow plus one of the dinette cushions. “Ana, get the ditch bag and whatever else we need in case we need to abandon ship.”
“What? Is it that bad?”
“Look at the fucking hole! The water level’s rising even with these pillows in. Can you lower the dinghy?”
“No, it’s too high, I can’t reach it, remember?”
“Okay, just get all the stuff we need. We can dinghy into Atlantic City, it’s only a few miles. Grab the ditch bag and whatever else we need to save. I can hold this while you do that, the pumps are working but that water’s coming in too fast, and it’s probably getting on the batteries so I don’t know how long they’ll keep working. Hurry!”
Fortunately we had prepared a ditch bag which had all the emergency items we would need – a portable VHF radio, water, food, compass, signalling device, flares, flashlight, first aid kit, passport, and boat documents. While I held the cushions and pillows in place Ana grabbed my empty backpack and stuffed in her jewelry, our phones, our wallets, the laptop, a couple of hats, a blanket, some clothes, and a few other things.
“Okay, here’s the stuff, should I put it in the dinghy?”
“Yes, then come back and we’re going to trade positions so I can drop it in the water. Shit, this isn’t working great, look at the goddamn water pouring in.”
“Do we need to do a mayday call?”
“Yes, we should, but first get that dinghy loaded.”
Ana climbed the stairs with the gear and was back in seconds. The water was rising and now more than ankle deep. I was very scared, but trying not to show it.
“OK, do we have everything we need?”
“I think so,” Ana said, now crying. “But we’re going to lose all our stuff.”
“Hey, if you want to grab more things, go ahead, we have time, I can hold it.”
“No, forget it, it’s just stuff. OK, do you want me to hold that while you get the dinghy ready?”
“Can you do the mayday call first?” I said as I jammed in another dry pillow. “Say Mayday three times, give a boat description, say there’s two of us, and read our GPS coordinates off the radio. Oh, push the Distress button on the radio too. Wait, just tell them we’re three miles off the coast of Atlantic City. The Distress button will send our GPS coordinates automatically.”
“Maydays are for life or death situations, right? Are we definitely sinking?”
I looked at the water level then said, “You’re right. Let me get that dinghy dropped first then I’ll make the call. Can you take over from me? Push here and jam in more dry pillows if you need to. I’ll be right back.” We transferred positions then I grabbed one of the head lamps and ran up to the cockpit and to the stern to the dinghy, which was full of the stuff Ana had tossed in, plus two lifejackets we always keep in there. I added in the spare gas tank we keep in the stern locker, then dropped the dinghy down from the davits, released the clips, then did a quick bowline knot to tie it to the arch. I also realized the engine was still running and remembered something I’d seen in an online post a few months back.

“Ana, I have an idea,” I said as I bounded back down the stairs. She was soaked with water and doing her best to hold the cushions in place. “I can remove the engine water intake hose and let that suck up the water in the cabin. That might be enough to keep the water level where it’s at, especially if those bilge pumps keep running. Then we can drive the boat into shore and get help.”
“So we can save the boat?”
“It’s worth a try.”
I opened up the chart table seat and pulled out my toolbox, which was still dry, and got a screwdriver and pliers. I then got on my hands and knees in the frigid water, opened up the engine compartment, and tried to remove the water intake hose from the seacock, but I couldn’t yank it off, despite the gallons of adrenaline pumping through my body. I grabbed a utility knife from the toolbox and cut a line up the hose which enabled it to slide off. I shut the seacock then directed the hose to the cabin floor where it began greedily inhaling water.
“What do you think?”
“It’s sucking up a lot of water. I don’t think the level is rising anymore, but it’s hard to tell with it all sloshing around in here.”
“Ok, why don’t we try to drive the boat into Atlantic City. If we can get it to a marina and get through the night maybe they can lift us out. Do you want to drive the boat or hold the cushions?”
“You drive, I’m okay here.”
I went back to the helm, pointed SeaLight towards the flashing lights of Atlantic City, and throttled up to maximum. With my headlamp I looked around the boat to see what it was that we had hit but couldn’t see anything. Maybe a floating container? I dropped a waypoint on the GPS and checked the depth – 36 feet.
“Kris!” came a scream from in the cabin. I put it on autopilot and stuck my head below.
“What’s happening, are you okay?”
“Slow down! Slow way down – I’m not able to keep the cushions in place and the water’s pouring in!”
I returned to the helm and throttled down. “Is that better?” I yelled into the cabin.
“Yeah, better. It’s okay there.”
I went back down into the cabin and helped Ana rearrange the pillow plugs then said, “OK, we better make a radio call to the Coast Guard. I don’t think we’re in a mayday situation anymore, but we need to let them know we’re in trouble. Maybe they have a high speed pump they can use.”
“Are you sure it’s not a mayday?”
“I’ll just call them and tell them what’s going on and ask for help.”
I lifted the handset, put on my non-panicked voice, clicked the button and said, “US Coast Guard, US Coast Guard, US Coast Guard. This is sailing vessel SeaLight, a 43 foot Beneteau with two aboard. We’ve hit something in the water and punctured our hull and there’s a major water breach. But we look to have stabilized the water level and are motoring towards Atlantic City. We are currently three miles offshore,” I said, then paused.
“Sealight, Sealight, this is the Coast Guard, sector New York. Are you in distress?” came a call on the radio.
“Coast Guard, this is SeaLight. Yes, we are in distress, but I think we can make it into Atlantic City. We have the engine pumping water from the cabin and the hole mostly blocked with cushions. But we need some direction from you on what to do next.”
“What is your position? What is the condition of the passengers? Did you hit another vessel?”
I read out the GPS coordinates then said the two of us were all right, but panicked, and weren’t able to see what we hit, but it wasn’t another vessel, unless it had no lights and immediately took off. I told them we were motoring at half speed to the Atlantic City inlet. They gave me a cell phone number to continue the discussion and I used Ana’s phone to call them. I explained the situation to them and that the leak was currently under control. They gave me the name of the marina that has a travel lift and told us to go directly there and tie up at the lift out location and that a nearby Coast Guard vessel would meet us there.
I hung up the call then helped Ana with plugging the hole. We looked at each other and eked out smiles. We were going to be okay.

In reality, none of the above happened. We had a surprisingly calm and pleasant overnight run to Sandy Hook, across the bay from New York City. But I often like to imagine these kinds of scenarios and run through my mind how we would handle them and ensure we are prepared as we can be to survive the most likely problems at sea. For example, having a ditch bag, spare gas, a spare VHF, and easily accessible flashlights. Most potential sailing issues can be foreseen and are not even that hard to picture. Some of these include an engine breakdown, sails ripping, a de-masting, a failed thru-hull letting in water, getting caught in an unexpected storm, getting a crab line or fishing net wrapped around your prop, a boat fire, or a collision as I imagined above. Running through the sequence of likely events after each of these then allows you to ensure you have what you need in place to handle the situation. For example, if our prop gets fouled at night by a crab pot, we’d need to have diving equipment (which we do), an underwater light (which we do not), and at least a couple sturdy cutting knives (which we do). If the engine fails, we need spares of the most common parts (which we do) and know how to replace them (which we do, because we do as much boat maintenance work as possible on our own so we can learn it). If our mast broke off we’d need a saw or bolt cutters to cut the rigging clear (which we have), then lots of rope (which we have) to jury rig a replacement to get us to harbour in the case we lost the engine too.
This is also a test to see if people read the post right to the end!
Sorry to freak you out Mom.