Back in the 1970s, I was once sailing back from Catalina Island on my little 22 foot long sailboat after spending a week there. When I was about 5 miles off the California Coast, a Orca jumped out of the water as high as the top of my mast (or a little higher) and crashed into the water rocking my boat. I sent my girlfriend down below and I lay in the bottom of the cockpit holding the tiller and trying steer. The Orca repeated this three times. It was unnerving.
Good times. Not.