A Stormy Introduction
A storm from the south-west was increasing in ferocity when the commander of a naval patrol boat looked through binoculars at a 38ft yacht being tossed around by the heavy swell. He ordered the vessel be contacted by radio via the harbourmaster’s office some 32 nautical miles away. ‘That should work if the sail lettering AV107 is a local yacht,’ he said to the coxswain. ‘Yes sir.’ A radio rating hurried over and said, ‘We have contact via radio-telephone sir. The sole occupant and...