Naturism as selfdefence

This schooner I'd purchased with virtually the last of my cash for f1500. We had many experiences, not least was the oil pressure on the engine going AWOL. But finally we did fetch up in St Lucia. There my lady friend Helen re joined us and among the crew left.
Our next stop was the isle of Bequia, the pilot book warned that the holding for the anchor in the main bay was not too great and to be mindful of yachts dragging their anchors. Nevertheless we did not hit anything and came to rest in a fairly sheltered spot. Myself and friend Edmund donned snorkels and masks and dived to assess said anchor, it was not dug in very well at all, so I piled some stone on it. Subsequently after beach bum place another anchor out to make sure. beach blondes was that the sea bed was not so deep sand over coral, and also the anchor was having trouble biting.


A couple of nights later during another squall I had my slumber touched by the unmistakable sound of double diesels going hard astern, on emerging from my bunk and running topsides I saw a big catamaran quite close to our bow taking evasive action. He'd clearly pulled his anchor and just managed to miss us and retrieve his equipment before going off to try again someplace else.
This scenario was rein acted several times over our stay in the various Islands. We didn't pull, with no engine we could not afford to, so we put down tons of chain and an added anchor at every stop. You beloved fellow naturists will like the solution I found to this problem.
beach babes of yacht uses we'd most trouble with were the ones who charter their yachts, some of these people never have had a great deal of experience in Anchoring, and there's quite a great deal of technology to what on the surface appears a easy manoeuvre. beach freedom , tend not to have spent substantial period of time in close proximity to others as in a modest yacht surroundings. These people are the type which never have come face to face with bare human bodies except in certain scenarios. In fact I discovered that if I seemed naked in the cockpit while I read a book and waved to the newly arriving charter yachts of an evening, they would go right over to the different side of the bay, "hey presto" problem sorted!)