I got a sense when I went back and watched the position playback of the Great Chesapeake Bay Schooner Race the year we had the MOB. I was navigator so when they interviewed us I gave a copy of my log to the cops and the CG. When we got home I watched the end over again to double check my numbers, morbid curiosity, I don't know. We were running South.... running..... running....crossed the finish... hard about North... then the 20 minutes in the same spot trying to get him back aboard.

All the while the tracker is pinging. Creepy just watching that triangle peacefully bounce around knowing the $hitstorm that was actually happening.

Creepy