Stan Rogers has a song “White Squall” with a line “In a sultry summer calm, there comes a blow from nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb” about a green deckhand who gets washed off a lake freighter. He’d been lying on the hatches heedless of weather change.
I’m amazed by some people’s hubris when they continue to under-estimate “greater powers” like tide and wind after warnings are given,
forcing intervention by professionals who put themselves at risk to deal with possible consequences.
Sixth boro waters (and lots of other things) can be sweet at their mildest
and then quickly deteriorate. The challenges of wind and tide are formidable.
By the way, if you don’t know Stan Rogers, check him out here. Oh, love the name of the pilot boat “shepherding” kayakers here: Phantom.