One was (retired) Captain Mike, a raunchy USMC Vietnam Vet who knew more about our boat than the guy we bought it from. He lived at Marinatown, and was more or less just coming along for the ride. The second was Captain Russell, the 200ton Master Captain, whom we hired to train us to become proficient yachtsmen.
As we opened the hatch, we saw that the hose blew off of the heat exchanger. Thankfully, an easy fix… if it weren’t for the 7 gallons of coolant that spilt everywhere, soaking the starter or the ignition to the point where she would no longer fire up.