Sorry but that is just not true.
Here is a link to a youtube video of a couple that took their sail boat from Marsh Harbor out of harms way.
It's all in the timing. By now (not yet to the last page) my moderated post with our track may have been posted.
We made it out, running to Vero Beach, after saying goodbye to Joe and Sandra and Baci, who had left the Little Harbour area earlier, after the Pete's Pub closing party we attended. At the time, it appeared we were running directly to where Dorian was headed, while the area we were in would see mild breezes in the end, and the place where Dorian wasn't supposed to be is now nearly entirely rubble and death.
So much for forecasting. See my earlier post for more detail.
And, FWIW, we had a wreck from which we recovered and still sail the same boat (you could search for Flying Pig, and "I learned about sailing from that" - a takeoff on the last page of Flying Magazine - and follow the vituperation we earned, along with the greatly supportive stuff which happened at the same time).
If you weren't there, and making the same decisions with the same information, at the same time, all you can do is look and learn. Second guessing is unprofitable and mean-spirited.
I can tell you, having survived such slings and arrows, in thanks (well, there were an equal number of folk who later thanked me and said I'd influenced how they'd think in the future) for my having been entirely candid about how we got to the place we were, I feel for Joe (I hadn't realized it was he who did the original post), as I've BTDT, been the President of the club, and have both the Tee and hat.
This appears, I'm sure, well after the original and over 100 comments, so it's probably a bit of too little, too late. But for the next story of survival, think on what you say. You won't change anyone's mind by throwing bombs, but you may well injure your target (maybe that was your intent?)...