Brig 1, Doug 0

It's amazing how a blackened anchor-fluke can disappear against a pitch-black deck at night. Coming in from an evening sail, I was watching over the bow from the pin-rail and windlass (what is that rail called, anyway?) and noticed that nobody was tending the bow mooring-line when the Mate called for it to be sent. It'd been nicely flaked out, but was totally untended. So, in a moment of inspired panic, I dropped down about 4' off the rail to heroically take care of it.

But at the last minute, I apparently decided to have a nap instead. Halfway down to the deck I saw a BRIGHT white flash, and woke lying on the chains and swearing. Dunno how long I'd been there, but some hands got me down to the hold and got some frozen lima-beans over my swelling forehead. No apparent brain-damage-amage-amage-amage judging from my super-dialating pupil-powers, so aside from some lumps and a chipped tooth, no lasting wreckage. Yay boat-scars!