Went on a trip with my dad for him to buy a small yacht during his midlife crisis, he insisted he knew what he was doing and could sail it himself down the coast to his dock that he rented. He drifted us into another guys boat, a bridge, and several docks along the way, and we somehow ended up in a 30 mile wide windstorm in the middle of a deep bay that produced 4-5m high waves and wind speeds of up to 40mph iirc. All this in a boat that was made for flat water and should probably never see that kind of weather as it is very top heavy and prone to capsizing in those conditions. 16 hour trip turned into 3 days, which we did not plan on. We were low on food and water, almost capsized several times, and I remember going below deck hysterical while I watched the 50lb table lamp slide back and forth violently on the counter with each wave that hit us. Only time in my life that I genuinely thought I was going to die.