I had an old William Atkin trunk-cabin cruiser with a keel. Late one Friday night, I got out of the channel and ran aground as the tide was ebbing. Couldn't back off. We and our guests decided to have some refreshments and wait overnight for the incoming tide. Meanwhile, we didn't realize how far the water had receded and we were delicately balanced on the keel. One of us stood up and moved, throwing the balance off. The boat rolled. It scared the living daylights out of us.
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