So, I stood up, stretched, looked down at the cockpit seat and yelled out to all crew: "OK, who's bleeding?" There were a bunch of crescent moon shaped bloodmarks on the fiberglass. First thought was "crap the kids are running around barefoot and that looks like a heel mark." The kids (three of them) all checked themselves and no blood. J. (two of the kids' Mom) looked herself over, no cuts. I did a quick check, I wasn't bleeding.
We had a mystery. The Case of the Phantom Blood. That's the best I could come up with at the time. Actually, I still don't have a better one. Unless you go with The Manpri Mystery.
What the hell is a manpri? A manpri is like a man's version of capri pants. Longer than shorts, shorter than pants. What does that have to do with this? Well, I've never grown up and still wear skateboarder shorts that are way too long, way too baggy, and about 4 inches too big in the waist. So they sag and it turns out, they cover my knees.
I'd been bleeding since I dropped the jib 5-10 minutes before and had to kneel on the nonskid (hey, it works!). In fact, it had been so long that the blood on my knee was dry and even the blood that had been soaked up by my baggy shorts was dry.
The moral of the story is two-fold:
- It's time to buy shorts that fit
- Boats bite