My dad Mike and I were vacationing on Nantucket Island, off the coast of Massachusetts. We left from home, Concord, New Hampshire, and arrived at the ferry boat Nantucket Queen. The next day we rented a boat and sailed into Grebers Bay, the voices of other sailors and the sound of the water beneath us, and the flapping of the overhead sails was all so pleasant. Suddenly, the peaceful scene was interrupted by shouts from another boat that had turned and was heading right to us. "Watch out!" two men yelled excitedly. "We've lost control of our boat!" "Grab the tiller, John!" Dad yelled at me. "Pull it towards you when I give the signal, all right Dad?" I responded. Dad grabbed the sail and as he adjusted it, he yelled at me, "Now John! Pull back!" I did what he said not a moment too soon. Whew, what a narrow escape. The other boat passed within nearly twenty two inches of ours.
