*He wasn’t incompetent – he was arrogant.
He had the money for a fast plane, a complex Piper Saratoga.
There were already problems.
He didn’t have the hours to tame it in the dark – roughly three hundred hours in the logbook.
That is a dangerous number.
It is enough to make a man feel like a pro.
Doesn’t save you when the sky turns black.
He was not even instrument rated – he flew visual rules into a heavy haze over the big gulp.
No horizon.
No lights.
His brain lied to him – they call it (spatial disorientation).
You feel like you are flying straight, but you are spiraling fast toward the water, towards the end.
He trusted his gut instead of the dials.
A veteran trusts the machine – A confident amateur trusts his feelings and dies.
The wife and sister died with him.
Apparently he was in a rush, it wasn’t bad hands – It was bad judgment.
Some mistakes you learn and comeback from, and some you don’t.
The ocean doesn’t care who your father was. It just takes what you give it.