Adrian was quite happy we left the scene after I had informed him of what I had regrettably witnessed and, as it was nearing dusk, we decided to work our way back through Lane and Hell’s Bay to see if there were spaces available on one of those chickees. Unfortunately, there wasn’t and we conceded that we should hightail it back to the ramp as light was fading fast. Hell’s Bay can be tricky to navigate in daylight but it gets downright nightmarish when it starts getting dark, so I was quite happy when we reached the creek that leads you out of it. I was cornering one of the final bends of the creek before entering Whitewater Bay and a relatively easy trip back to the ramp, even in darkness, when my outboard over-revved. Somehow a bolt had sheared loose on the foot of the lower unit, which left us without mechanical means to get home.