Can You Hear It Now?
We're off Beaufort, South Carolina, which is pronounced bew-fort. The one in North Carolina is bo-fort. Go figure.
The early sun burns off the mist and a panorama of undisturbed water surrounds us. Bill's at the helm, skimming over glass, and the jet feels like it's flying. I ask him about our speed. "How fast are we going?" Bill looks at the speedo, shrugs, and tells me to check the GPS. The speed is okay, 38 mph, but I should know something is wrong.
You're familiar with the Zen phenomenon of becoming hypersensitive to any change in the sound your boat makes during a long trip? A new frequency, an off-key pitch, anything like that can nag at the mind until dealt with. Well, this one is a sustained buzzing that I hear over the engines. I let it go for about 45 minutes, which is when I peek over the side to discover the bilge pump has been running nonstop.
To his credit, Bill, being a visual sort, points to a stream of water coming from under the console. "That doesn't look right," he offers. I concur. So I take a look behind the console, where I discover water spraying all over the electrical connection thanks to a raw-water line that was at one time attached to (you guessed it) the speedometer.
Ahh! Duct tape to the rescue. Electronics wiped down, bilge pump off, problem solved. Lesson learned: Fix it when you hear it.
We're good to go. For a few miles, anyway...