Our little fishing village is, well, little: everyone knows everyone.
In my grandparents day, this was way more pronounced.
The family story I've heard is, well, of the ages but my Grandmother was out sailing and got in trouble. That, in motor-free sailboats would mean she capsized. In 60 degree water. Thank the gods that she stayed afloat and I have a father.
Anyway, a local fisherman saw her distress and raced to the rescue. "I'm a coming, Miriam".
He was in a row boat.
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