Good idea as when I aimed the flashlight on the 3 strand hawser I rigged ( I couldn't get the heavy cable mooring pennant to work on my chocks), I saw I was down to 2 strands now.

After starting the engine (astern a hundred yards was the rock face of Monhegan which looked like it had teeth with the whitewater crashing into it), I did get that 3/4" cable through a chock and around both my bow cleats, and tied to it.

Instead of a bridal, we hit the vee berth athwartship, and we were able to hold our intestines in place.

Monhegan notes: Monhegan is a bit more remote than most, so the people, visitors and locals, are interesting to observe. No one or thing gets here without a little effort. There are few nice stores, a few small local galleries, most everything was open. The big hotel had quite a number of stalwart guests keeping warm around the woodstove. This is not Nantucket.