The two worst ever times were once going around cape hope in winter, i was sat in a 45,000 ton cargo ship and the skipper pointed out that this line running across the radar screen was a wave, I did not see the point , untill he told me the radar cowl was 75feet above sea level and this wave was going to be bigger than that, me and the second mate i was with shot down to the most forward point on the bow and as the skipper said there were hand holds under the gunnels( the bit were on the titanic film she stood on, we were underneth it) with harnessess straped on and the fear of god in us we waited , why? because a ship this heavy in these seas goes through waves that big not over so we punched a hole through the wave with the bow with two lunatics on the front, and by the way 45,000 tons of boat shuddered went we hit the wave, that was frightning .
the second one was hitching a lift with a german couple on there 45 foot yatch going across the bay of biscay, around a thrid of the way across we were hit with a storm force 8, the boat was dismasted and every one and everything was smashed up, the skipper after the storm had pasted us over (16hours) could not belive that we were alive still let alone me, just after it started his wife broke her coller bone so we lashed her into bed to help her and then when we were dismasted the skipper and me had to remove all of the sail and rigging to prevent it dragging us down, basicly it was a pair of bolt cutters and a safety harnes and away we go, The best part was that durring the whole event i spent the entier time shouting obsenities to god and generaly being very unpolite to his nibs, evan to the point that when i was injured all i did was shout up to heaven " is that the best you've got?"
(its called post trumatic stress disorder and at that time i was very inflicted with it still have problems evan now)
I still have post cards fron Hubert now,
after all the things i have ever been and done that small boat was the nearest I have ever got to meeting him in person