Poor Mary B got hammered last weekend coming back from Ballena Isle Marina, normally a pleasant beam reach. The weather on Sunday wasn’t nearly as mild as it had been when she left Oyster Cove the day before. The wind kicked up from the northwest, making her sail home a slog to weather. As we all know, a gentlewoman never, ever, sails to weather. The unexpected rough water brought things crashing down inside the cabin. Shelves emptied themselves onto the cabin sole, lockers deposited their contents and Harry the cat hung on for dear life.