When he was ready with the windlass, I asked where we should set the anchor, and he froze. After another loop, I asked if we should pull alongside the other sailboat in the harbor, maybe ask for advice. He glared at me and said, “No way.” We had a moment of hating each other, then I found the biggest open spot I could, yelled to drop the anchor and waited as tons of chain evacuated the boat. We were just thinking we’d actually pulled it off when the guy on the neighboring sailboat yelled and waved his arms and told us there was no anchoring allowed — the moorings were on cables, and the anchor would hook the cable. We had to rent a mooring, he said, as if everyone knew such things.