Lost at Sea 0
Back when we had a boat, we were out one day on the upper Chesapeake. The sea was calm and the sky was clear and sunny.
As we ran down to Still Pond Creek, my bright orange baseball cap blew off, so, natch, I circled back to get it. I saw it disappear into the wake and knew almost exactly where it went.
It still took me 15 minutes to find it in waves of much less than a foot.
People constructing conspiracy theories about how difficult it is to find the wreckage of a plane in rough seas in a far corner of the world (and planes generally don’t have great float characteristics) have obviously never tried to find something floating in the sea.
