transido por la coherencia de lineas del Sharki, me alargue por la Red en busca de mas sobre el barco y me lleve este cubo de agua fria en la cara
un revolcon de 360º en el Caribe llegando ya a Panamá,,si es que por eslora solo...nunca estaremos completamente seguros....
"Canadians Mike and Kim Mattinson and their two children Carolyn (9) and Marc (7) were on the four or five day passage from Aruba to Panama when the odds caught up with them. Their boat is a rugged Amel Sharki ketch, 39' long with an 11' 6” beam named Hallelujah. Because of their sea experiences they had prepared their boat very well. Both a drogue and Paratek sea anchor were ready to be deployed from the aft cockpit locker if needed.
The Mattinsons left Aruba for Panama on January 28th. By the third day out, according to the GPS they were averaging 6.8 knots down wind and were about half way between the coast of Columbia and the San Blas islands and 135 miles from their intended destination, Colon and the Panama Canal. The mizzen and Genoa were furled, the main had two deep reefs tucked in and both the wind vane and the electronic autopilot were steering; Mike had found that while the vane could handle the boat most of the time, an occasional wave would kick the stern around, and with the autopilot on Hallelujah it got back on track much more quickly.
Afterwards the conditions did seem a little better, the wind was down to 20 to 25 knots, and the motion of the boat was better, so perhaps some sail could be added later.
January 30th at 0715, as Mike started to look out the hatch overhead, he was met with solid green water, and with all of his might he tried to shove the hatch closed the last nine inches - it wouldn't budge. Then he was airborne, being thrown like a cat across the cabin and onto the stove. Books and toys came out of their lockers and covered Marc. Apparently the boat had been caught by some great wave and thrown Hallelujah upside down.
With the boat lurching about violently, they opened the hatch to see what had happened. The deck stepped main and mizzen masts were hanging over the port side, their new Caribe dingy had been turned right side up on the foredeck and its' fiberglass hull was cracked a fourth of the way across, the 15 HP outboard gone from its' mount, and the very sturdy hard dodger was ripped away along with the harness attachment point that Kim and Mike had used while on watch!!!
Meanwhile the masts were hitting the hull and threatening to sink them. The big bolt cutters were retrieved from below and Mike began to cut the shrouds, After checking very carefully to see that nothing was hanging overboard to foul the prop, Mike tried the engine and it started, alleluyah.."