It’s a generally accepted piece of cruising etiquette that one should help newly arriving boats with their dock lines when one is at the marina, and I am happy to say that this is one nicety that is observed almost universally wherever we have been along the Salish Sea. A component of that protocol which one finds in most of the literature discussing it, that the line handler should simply stand by with the line and await instructions from the skipper of the boat, is however much less in evidence.
I like to think I honor this more in the breach than in the observance, and on joining a fellow transient here in Friday Harbor in greeting a 42 foot Catalina that was just coming in, I was gently but reasonably chastised by the other gentleman on the dock, a fellow with a laid-back attitude but considerable sailing experience. Seeing the Catalina skidding out of line with the slip it was coming into, I offered to take the bowline with the intention of moving forward and hauling the bow around as the boat powered in, which seemed the likely course of action. The other fellow shook his head and said, “I prefer to wait for them to tell me what they would like,” thereby setting off a micro-debate in my head.
His position was, of course, quite proper, certainly reflecting the “book” approach to docking courtesy, or in fact almost any nautical matter. The captain runs the boat, no question. My fellow helper had misread my intent slightly, I think; I wasn’t actually going to haul away, just move into position, but no matter… what he assumed was something that in fact happens frequently. It also made me realize that in other circumstances I am more aggressive than the recommended policy would dictate. In the event, the skipper decided to back off and go around again, a decision I will never scoff at, so we stood around and chatted idly about docking while waiting for his return.
As it happened, I might have been more sensitive to the matter, because my own approach into the marina here a couple days ago was in fact blown by a well-meaning bystander, who pushed off my bow without my direction, and who then misheard or misunderstood my requests that he haul in on the bow line before we were blown away. I had to go around again, too… frustrating work on what was a much windier day than today.
Still, I am not sure that I entirely agree that just waiting for the skipper’s direction is always the thing to do. For one thing, it’s been my experience that a captain who knows what he is doing and what he wants his line handlers to do will be loud and up front in telegraphing his instructions. If you’re left standing there with a slack line in your hands for more than ten seconds, you are not likely to receive any decisive direction from the bridge thereafter, and in my view, it’s time to start providing the sort of assistance that is really needed, which is usually action of some sort. If you’re only going to be a spectator, you may as well stay off the finger dock and out of the way. I’ve never been inclined to simply hang around waiting for unforthcoming direction while things are going sideways, even if it isn’t my boat; right, wrong, I’m going to do something, not just stand there with a limp line in my hands. And yeah, I get how sometimes doing nothing is better than something. But something that we both agreed on today was that we could indeed have brought the boat in on the first pass. Today it didn’t much matter, but sometimes the first chance is the only one you get.
It’s arrogant to assume that one knows better than the skipper how to land a boat, but it’s also a situation that you see time and again. Goodness knows my own docking skills leave much to be desired. I have had my bacon saved innumerable times by more experienced hands helping from dockside, and on more than one occasion have followed their directions rather than giving any to them, and they’ve brought me in successfully. When it’s obvious the skipper coming in is inexperienced or uncertain, I don’t have a problem taking steps to get them in the rest of the way without their explicit direction. And there are also those times where it is clear that everyone is of a mind about the proceeding, and it’s more imposition to make them state the obvious than simply to do it. Maybe it’s still “wrong” but it’s also the most commonly done thing, and maybe sometimes the safest.
The rub, of course, is knowing when those times are and when you are stepping on someone’s toes or messing up well-laid plans. I suppose that’s simply a job for experience to determine. The more I am out sailing, and perhaps the longer I live life, the less inclined I am to put faith in blind rules and the more I ascribe to exercising judgement instead. Taking responsibility for a bad call every once in a while may be a necessary part of the package. In my view, it’s still better than standing by when someone may need help that they don’t quite know how to ask for.
In making my judgement, though, I’ll confess I had some inside information on the vessel today that my companion on the dock lacked: though there was a completely different crew aboard, the boat was the very same one that anchored too close aboard us in Ganges two weeks ago and tangled her bow roller in our lifelines around midnight. She’s a charter boat and the skippers aren’t likely to be familiar with her handling or have a great deal of experience docking her.
But this skipper came around again and slid her in nicely on the second try with hardly a push necessary from on the dock. I did push, though; one fender was set too high for the notoriously low docks at Friday Harbor and I kept the hull from scraping without being so told. I also made fast the stern line after I took it and she stopped moving. I suppose those were both transgressions. I check or adjust my docklines after anyone else helps me with them, I expect any other competent skipper can do the same… I don’t need to stand around and make him come down and do it himself the first time, as was apparently the other fellow’s policy. Of course, I’m happy to do as I’m told, but if not told to, I’m still capable of exercising my own brain muscle slightly and doing something.
I guess what it boils down to is that I agree with and respect the sentiment of waiting for the skipper’s direction, and I will certainly follow any that is given. But I don’t think it’s necessary or desirable to allow hesitant, uncertain, or frightened skippers to flail around without taking a more proactive role if one is able. Communication is golden in these situations. Many of them simply aren’t confident enough to tell you what they want, and my thing lately has been to just ask… “Where do you want me?”; and to follow with more leading questions if I don’t get an answer… “I’ll haul in on the bow while you power forward, okay?”
Miss Manners I ain’t; but bringing them in, I can do.