I had first watch, which took us from the Oakland/Alameda estuary to around Treasure Island; Peter took over for a largely uneventful shift through midnight, under the Golden Gate Bridge and started down the coast. Charles’ watch ran midnight to 4 a.m. We largely motor-sailed, as the predicted high winds never materialized. Around 3 a.m., we heard a dreadful noise from the motor/prop area – we had gotten tangled up on a crab pot off of Pillar Point.
Motor off, we were all hands on deck. I primarily sailed & kept course, while grabbing occasional tools. Charles and Peter tried to get us free. We removed significant lengths of line, then a buoy, but we could still see tailing line coming from our prop. After some time and creative retrieval methods, we got this line in hand, but no matter our angle or amount of pressure, we could not get it loose from the prop.
Fine. Not worth starting the motor again in case of further damage, we decided to sail and just get to Santa Cruz at a slower pace. We shut the motor off, Charles went to bed, and Peter and I traded watch and continuing to work the line. Around 5 a.m., the wind started to die. We raised the main sail, and kept creative with our approach, but several times found ourselves adrift in no wind whatsoever.
As the morning went on, I started to hear a roaring to which I was unaccustomed; Peter taught me that it was the sound of surf crashing on shore. We were getting closer than comfortable.