Viscerally, it was distressing as hell -- can you imagine being on the bridge, sweating bullets as that bastid swung beam-to and started turtling over on ya? All your fancy controls are useless; you're instantly transformed into a speck in the hurricane of natural chaos, where a moment before you were a proud operator of mechanical wonders. You're stripped down in a flash, a rabbit in headlights, staring at a wall of lethal water that doesn't care whether it bears you or buries you. Not a fun break in anyone's expectations, that!! :>)

And then, just when you're sure you're dead meat, and preparing to exit to Jesus, up she comes and you get a second shot at daylight and the surface -- the river draws away like a resentful fist letting go one inch at a time and you think it might be okay to breath for one more time.

Whoof!! Sunlight? Greenery? THIS is a fucking miracle, and you're half stuck in a near death experience. Whoooof!! I think he'd be shaking in his dreams for a week. And he knows damn well through it all that this slam into the brink of extinction was the immediate product of his own error in professional judgment!!! Oh, the pain. Oh, the fucking humanity!!