Rescue at Sea - by Jim Hart

Story by Jim Hart


I don't recall exactly how old I was but I'd guess I was about 14. We, my brother Steve, his friend Chris, my Dad Bill, and I were in Hart Haven at my Grand Mother’s house, the "Boathouse" one summer day. This was a regular occurrence, usually accompanied by my Mom Lyn and sister Lisa and of course our golden retriever Cassidy. We spent ALL of our time either in Hart Haven at the boathouse where my Dad’s boat "Lucy Lee" "slept" or at Abel's Hill where we spent summers. 

Well, on this particular day we had come back early from fishing, which was unusual, since most times we were forced to enjoy the time on the water hunting the elusive blues. My brother Steve and his friend Chris wanted to enjoy the day a little more before the afternoon sun set and went for a sail on the sunfish, which was another more than often activity. They had been gone for quite some time so my Dad asked me to try to find them with the high-power binoculars in my Grandmothers living room. I looked to the right from Hart Haven harbor to Cow Bay and swept the coastline of state beach from Cow Bay to the steamship dock. No Steve or Chris or boat. I scanned back and forth but still no boat. 


My eye caught something in the water off the harbor inlet and that something turned out to be two heads swimming for shore. My guess is that they were a few hundred feet off shore at that point. I panned up toward the horizon to find the unmanned sunfish sailing like a bat out of hell toward Nantucket!!! I yelled to my Dad that I found them, but they weren't in the boat. He didn't believe it. He just had to see for himself. Sure enough, the boys were nearing shore as the sunfish sailed in the opposite direction.


We raced down to the Lucy Lee and released the lines and tore out of the harbor without even an oil check. My Dad was insistent on pre-trip system checks EVERY time we went out...except in emergencies I guess. The "No Wake" rule didn't apply this time either. Another "emergency" rule I suppose. 


By the time we got out of the harbor, the boys were close enough to shore so my Dad chose to go for the sunfish. At full throttle we were having a hard time catching up to the little sail boat, which was in full sail. As we approached the sunfish we saw that the main sheet was tangled around the tiller at the perfect length to fill the sail to peak performance and keep the tiller perfectly straight. We finally caught up and came aside the little boat, snagged the tiller with a boat hook and turned her into the wind. We dropped the sail and made fast for a safe tow home. 


As it turns out, the boys had hit doldrums close to shore and couldn't make any headway back to the harbor. So one of them had the brilliant idea to use the dagger board as a paddle, which would have been a great idea, had they not dropped it into the water. Apparently the wind picked up right at this moment, so without a center board they began blowing out to sea. I'm pretty sure that’s when the ‘abandon ship’ idea came to one of them in a hurry. So, they abandoned ship and swam for shore, which is perfectly understandable, because had they not, they may have been stranded on that little island off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard known as Nantucket!! Death by drowning is certainly a reasonable consideration, when faced with such a horrible option. 


Well, that is the beginning and end to my part of the story. Maybe my brother Steve can shed some light on any part that I may have misperceived. At any rate, it was a memorable time with my Dad. The story goes on into boring detail about how my brother and friend had to pay for a new center board, so they found one for really cheap, that had been partially burned, and had to refinish it, but I'll let Steve cover that part in his own accounting.    Jim Hart, son of William H. Hart Jr.

 

Lyn Hart, aboard the Stormy Petral with Howdy Eddy in the background. Step daughter Betsy and step son Billy.

Jim, Steve and Lisa Hart, 1970. Attending first cousin Ward Hart's Birthday party at the boathouse Harthaven (Stan's Hart's son).  Lisa and Jim don't look too thrilled about attending... most likely it's just a poorly timed picture! 

Lisa Hart

'Stormy Petral' and the 'Lucy Lee', docked at the 'boathouse' in Harthaven. Date of picture unknown. Lisa Hart

William as a young boy in Oak Bluffs