I don't mind sailing at night, even though I'm pretty nightblind due to a degenerative eyeball thing. The Admiral does not like it one bit.
She and I tell a story of a trip to Catalina, where we left late due to our guests being very late. Left around 1pm from Dana. Sunset was around 7 or so, 7 - 8 hour trip to the isthmus usually in calm or favorable winds. Good 12-15 right on the nose, so motorsail to point a bit higher. Autopilot died. Make guests helm. Sun sets, no moon at all, guests driving in circles. Admiral has to helm (she's really good at it). VMG towards the isthmus is down around 4 or below. Ink black, first time I've seen the milky way in years. Glorious out there.
Well, every tack to make some north we're pointed right at Long Beach. Bright, glowing, city of Long Beach on the mainland. I hear "Why are we going back to the mainland?" "We're not, we just gotta make some north or we're gonna end up south of the island." 15kts wind steady, gusts above 20. Fine for a C-30, but just getting pounded beating upwind.
Get about 5 miles from the island, make the decision that Two Harbors isn't gonna happen, divert to Whites Landing. Almost immediately get in the lee of the island, wind dies, motor on in. Dunno why, but every megayacht in SoCal seemed to be anchored in Whites that weekend. So anchoring is out, thread our way through these giants into the moorings and there's plenty open. Pull up the first one, it's fouled. Circle around to another one. It's so dark, it's very hard to see angle of the mooring which is important - they're two line moorings. Guest helping on the bow keeps turning around with a flashlight right at me, killing what little night vision I had. There was a boat that heard us pick up the fouled one and turned their outside lights on, which gave me the angle and the second mooring pull was easy. The glasses of wine at 10:00pm were great. Motored to Two Harbors in the AM. Stiffed the island company for the first night's mooring. (Don't worry, the island company gets their pound or five of flesh)
The "Afraid" part:
For me: First row of moorings at Whites is rather close to the beach, you can hear the waves... But it was so dark, you couldn't see the beach. Boat didn't have a functional depthsounder. That's the only scary part.
Admiral: She always begins the exact same story with "The trip to Catalina when we almost died." It's a bit tongue in cheek. She doesn't tell the story about (different trip) where we were harnessed, jackets on, in 40+ kts under bare poles headed back with as much humor.
Guests: "Dang, that was fun!"