it's a captain's job to delegate.....especially when it comes to potential punches to the nose.
Except when one of the crew is your son and the other a dear female friend.
The outboard would have needed to be taken clear around the floats to make enough room and I didn't like the option of trying to talk my son and friend through moving the 27 footer while I circled around under power helpless to help.
We rafted to the 27 footer with Strider's sternline independant to the dock. We then pulled both boats forward against the wind and tide which took some sweating and huffing. Strider then dropped easily backwards and we pulled her into place.
As we were walking up the path through the park, we ran into the sailboat owner. I told him I hope he didn't mind that we'd moved his boat. He thanked us because he'd wanted to do it himself but had to go walk his dogs and we'd saved him all the sweating.
Sometimes, things just work out.
Sometimes, they don't. I just went around the breakwater to fill my tanks for the upcoming cruise. When I returned to my mooring an hour later, my cute little Achillies inflatable was gone. It should have blown right up on the beach. My friend went down and walked the beach and I did a circle out in Hussy Sound. No sign of it and no clue what happened unless I tied my first bad bowline since 1960. I'll miss that cute little thing unless my reports to the Coast Guard and harbormaster turn it up.