In the early '60s, racing as crew on an Sea Island One Design Scow, I went overboard during a quick tack. My ankle was tangled in the jibsheet preventing me from hauling myself aboard and also keeping my head under water part of the time. The other crew member wanted to disentangle me or cut me loose to keep me from drowning but The skipper, a bloodthirsty racer, told the crew that as long as I was attached to the boat we would not be DQ, and to leave the sheet alone. I eventually got aboard by myself. We didn't win.