I remember asking permission to board a boat at Ranworth once. There was a fair bit of incompetent helming going on, and the skipper and crew of lovely private boat tied up were having kittens. Eventually the helm of the boat causing all the fun roared off, and in so doing, jerked his poor wife off the back into the water. Now the only way to help her was along the side decks of the privateer and nobody aboard was doing anything other than running about and shouting about nearly being hit.. No sign of the poor woman!
"Permission to board, skipper?" Says I . Affirmative reply so I then sprinted to the bow, peered over and said, 'I can't see her?!' A little voice under my feet replied, ' I'm here.' And there indeed she was hanging on to the anchor chain right under the bow! We got her sorted and all was well, eventually 'hubby' got himself back to pick her up! The whole thing was a bit surreal!