Yesterday... All My Troubles...

Up to pee at three. Lights out in the River. Flashing searchlights, a green strobe. Several boats circling. Up to stay at five. Still out there: did somebody fall overboard? What's going on? I shower. I shave. The dawn throws light on the situation; I see nothing. Was it a dream? I am driving my daughter to school and I havc no time for this right now, but several hours later, I am back and I notice a fishing trawler, about 75 feet or so in length, has gone aground off Church Point. It was there all the time, but a branch obscured it and the shadow of the dawn light screened the ship from view. I watched all morning and into the afternoon as over the next few hours a large tug and a smaller, rubber hulled boat approach the wreck. The smaller boat, having little draft, carries a large diameter hawse from the tug to the boat in distress. After about twenty minutes of hauling into the northerly, 25 knot wind, the "Jaguar" (I can read its name through the binoculars) suceeded in pulling the "Seven Seas" clear, and they both headed upriver towards Tiverton. I imagine the bottom of the trawler must be pretty substantially dinged up, but otherwise appeared no worse for wear. Something else must be wrong with her, however, since she continued the tow until out of sight. I think my cousin Chuggy helped to build this boat. I wonder who has the egg on the face, now that the emergency is over?