Welcome from Stumptown.
Ah, the Oregon Coast, where I learned not to smoke in a strong wind. It must have been nearly 20 years ago now. I was walking on one of the beaches having a smoke when the pipe suddenly got very hot. I took it out of my mouth to look at and saw flames shooting out of a hole that had burned through the chamber wall. I reflexively threw the pipe on the sand and that was the last I saw of it. The next wave must have taken it away. This is how I know that old sea captains never smoked their pipes while steering through a gale!