New meaning of "Down the Hatch"

Well, last year I managed to fall out of the dinghy, this year I fell down a hatch in the pilot house. I have bruises on arms and legs. Sunday evening, Bob had opened the hatch to polish the fuel and left the hatch open. It was pitch dark in the pilot house. I managed to get both feet down the hatch, which probably was what saved me from getting anything broken.

After talking with a couple of nurses stateside, it was determined that I should probably be looked at by a local clinic on Monday. Thanks to Don on Molly Hawk, he gave Bob and I a ride in a borrowed Jeep to the clinic in Deadman's Cay. I was seen by a doctor show race was Indian, but whose nationality was Canadian. He had evidently never treated a boater and was very interested in how I got there by boat. The cost of the visit was $30 and I went home to put ice on the bruises and Ibuprofen. I'll be sore a while, but no worse for the wear.